Mare Incognitum

My feet are weary
of these callused trails.
Time to step off shore -

far from the machines
to watch the bottom fall away
and get tossed by the swells
to contemplate the abyss and find
where the sea meets the fog.

To immerse myself
fully in the journey.
Down there, do you see me? (Do you care?)
Am I going the right way? (Does it matter?)
The destination is hidden
and the arrival uncertain.
But I am nothing
if not patient.

Posted 25 September 2014 in: poetry Tags: