And so I set myself adrift
on a capricious sea,
prone to unpatterned winds and
uncharted currents.
The danger of being caught between
two symbiotic, warring gods
is less dangerous and painful
than what I leave behind.
Whether my new home will be a bright new shore,
or the briny ocean’s silted bed, is for them to say.
As I push off, there is no one there on shore to share a kiss,
and mourn and say farewell, no one to witness the wake I leave save for the
dull grey gulls, and the cirrus clouds suffused with color by the rising sun.
And yet I travel on with hope in my heart,
to fill the lonely days by a loving hearth,
as the cold of Time draws close, and
all I am and was called to be,
is complete.
Beyond Panic 