where am I to go
with melted map
and cloudy telescope?
no sight of land
or placement of stars
to guide this fool’s ship.
in some ways
the drift lulls and rolls.
when the wind blows
water on deck
it shakes the sleep,
opens the eyes,
and reminds me
I’m not there yet.
I have not fear.
One thing I know
when I see my harbor
I will be home.