Ever Weigh Anchor

The tired eyes of a sojourner

in deepest soliloquy of dearest reminiscence

canvas skin… Weathered and brackish

yet the figures and figurines reflected in glassy pupils

betray the gravitas in the graveled voice

as if that was a night of provenance.

The once genteel-man forsaking finery

when his finest forsook him.

 

And if one should inquire, he shall respond:

“One muse took all I had to give,

one gave when I had naught

sincerest thanks to my kept woman

for betraying the trust of this dutiful sot.

I’d have ever caressed her hands

and held them ever as a treasure

but she forced my hand to ever weigh anchor

now ever the horizon is my only lover.”

 

And ever faithful he shall be

for sea brought him more joy than she.

Better a man live a life of leave

with enlivened heart ‘neath tattered sleeve.