The Sailor

Fishing boat

Returning with the Catch, Block Island Sound (author)

He is a man of the sea

Whose surface takes

Light cast upon it

Whose tidal mood

Depends on the oft-

Shifting weather

By tides placid,

Suddenly tragic

Unpredictable by

Nature, and whose

Hypnotic stare

Conceals

A certain brackishness

.

He is a man of the sea

Who doesn’t choose

Battles, luring men

Capriciously

To death and fortune,

Keeps company with

Pirates, sharks and

The imaginary,

Driving men abyssal

With shore expectations

Quenching thirst by

Mad promises

And fantasies

.

He is a man of the sea

Who after each tempest

Eases back to his shores

But not me

A veteran sailor

With no love for the sea

.

By Jason Anderson

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