Vessels

All along the waters

The broken vessel

raised its sails.

For many miles

It travelled alone

Telling lonely tales.

As the current

Changed its course

So the vessel learned to trust,

That each raging storm

brought the unexpected,

And its sails had to adjust.

For so many days

The waves crashed

ferociously into its path.

But the clouds would break

Making the journey

Worth all of the oceans wrath.

And then each morning

Brought new hope

That the vessel could still sail the sea.

One glorious adventure

And that willful broken vessel... was me.

-N.J.