A Sail Called Hope

Sail erected,
call it ‘Hope’

Location
dialed in

Saboteurs
asleep

Done with
party persona,
inalterable
generalities

Ready to cater
to the awake

Willing to believe
in dreams

There’s a calm
opening, and

Sail is erected,
call it ‘Hope’.

Adrift

We sail, determined,
and yet, the destination
is not of our choosing,
charted by memories
and the inadequacy
of words, language
faltering in foreign
depths.

We are islands,
formed out of
convenience

afraid to open
our foundational hatch,
face the illicit truth,
unwilling to examine
the precariousness
of our plot,
unable to pay
the price,

prefer the buoyant
arrogance
of pretence,

faith relying on
the ungrounded
swell of the ocean
to rebirth us.

(Inspired by a dream and written to conform to the daily prompts of Fandango:  memory, Ragtag Community: open, and Daily Addictions: convenience.  Thanks all for the fuel.  Photo from personal collection.)