My Mast

Prepare to face the weight of wind,

As we sail an uncharted sea…

You are my power, you guide my direction,

You transport and set me free.

I will lower sails before the storm,

To prevent your mast from breaking…

If we fail, the both of us,

Are free for a beachcomber’s taking.

The shoreline's littered with markers,

Remembering those lost at sea,

Placed there by widows and shipmates;

None there for lone sailors like me.