Six Months at Sea

21 Apr 2006 0 Comments

When his crew could not bear the blue on blue
any longer, they gave Columbus three days.

I would dive to the bottom of the ocean
to escape these rolling planks.

I would throw myself on splintered rocks
to feel solid ground for just one moment.

Oh Captain, my Captain—
Where is the fucking map?

Challenges, NaPoWriMo 2006

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