My Horizon's Curve

Waves tap on the breakwater rocks,

this city, my life,
kept safe from the tide.

I know there lies a curve behind the horizon
that continues back to here.

It beckons me to peer over the edge,
to discover that other shore
and who i've become once i return.

I fear the tide.
The choppy discontinuities
from the plot I had written for my life.

Life is not a story, I suppose,
but a series of episodes
with plotholes a'plenty,
building a world that never quite gets finished.
New season airing Fall of 2018.

Waves

A sail is made to catch the air

and guide it toward our meaning's end.

We drift across the sea without

the ship we build to sail within.

In calmer waters, steady winds

we amble toward the beacon light

the stoics take their stock by day

and count their blessings through the night.

When storms kick up and waves arise

a simple choice will oft appear

to beat our chests and curse the sky

or patiently befriend the fear.

And if we bring the journey to

where water and the ether meet.

'tis better death to leave a mark

than wallow in our own defeat.

It matters not which crew to bring

which lands to claim, which hearts to win.

We drift across the sea without

the ship we build to sail within.