11 December 2012
I'm in a little sailboat On the sea I calmly float Directionless, away I stow Where I'm bound for, I don't know
My sail's a triangle shape Held in place with sky-blue tape Gulls screech loudly and waves lap Sea-breeze make the sail flap
I sit upon the little prow Lost in thought and looking down Trail my toes in the water I am the lonely ocean-daughter
My tools to help me navigate Are a spyglass made of silver slate Together with a faded chart That's been torn and lost a part
I keep them in a burlap bag With a stamped 'Port Royal' tag It smells of sandalwood and gin Old spices were once stored within
The brass bell on the twine-rope rings A mermaid in the salt-froth sings I wave and call out, hope she hears But when I blink she disappears
Pelicans fly and drop me fish With which to make an ocean-dish Caught from waters, deep and cold I cook them in my pot of gold
The rudder gives a mild grind I've been out here for quite some time But I predict another day Out at sea without a way.
Directionless • Opuss № I