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.




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