MEN AND FATHOMS

Over the oceans uneven surface

the oarsmen strain against ancient currents.

Muscles ache with weight and drive.

The waves seek dominance on the boats

direction, altering the course, only to be

set right with flesh and strength.

 

A linen light mist layers on hats

and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods

above in silence.

 

The ship, a rising and lowering home, set

with tired and repaired canvas, sits

faithfully unsteady, beckoning home

warriors after searching dark fathoms.

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s