Pulling up anchor from the crowded
harbor of humanity, I navigate
the steady sea of rolling waves of fertile green;
planting peaceful rhythm within my weary sail.
Opening my lungs to the purer, sweet saltiness
of grass, animal and clay.
Birds sail the seas of heaven, diving in delight of
Fellow sailors, nod and salute from their faithful rusty ships
as rudders plod consistent course to their harvested catch.
And when I return to shore, the sea is carried within my soul.