Jul 1, 2022
Being on a Ferry
I’d been on one before,
Younger, much younger,
And filled with beliefs unquestioned,
Before all my questions over boiled.
I can’t remember loving it,
Nor whether the waves were my joy,
But I can this time.
I can feel the comfort, the embrace,
The urge to stay in the wind,
To make a sailors life for me.
Now I’m secure in many beliefs,
Those I argue with released,
And new ones I’ve embraced.
No belief told me I’d love the wind,
Or that being aboard would be like home.
No faith or belief encompasses the sea.
But I felt worship on that ferry,
For the water surrounding us,
The lands we were passing,
But most of all the wind.
It snatched at my hair,
Whisked away voices,
And kept me laughing with glee.
All on that ferry.
