Sea Legs

To where is this schooner bound?
Are we at the mercy of the currents
and the wind?
It sometimes feels like
we are sailing alone, you and I,
with only the stars over head
to guide us. And then an angler
hooks the sun and drags it from
out of the water
and I see the other travelers
on board all around us
weighing heavy upon this feckless craft.

We did not book passage together.
But it seems our travel plans were
crossed by agents well beyond
the line of our horizon.
I will call you by whatever name
you wish; stay beside you
though rough seas and ocean storms
stress the frail vessel to which we cling.
And if, when we reach a port of call,
this voyage ends, I will remember
the joy of even that one moment
shared with you beneath the stars.