Anchors Up

Once upon a time
a boat lay in a harbor

And someone fluffed the
sails just to watch them
fill with misty air

Without a map they
flew--exit harbor

No motor and less of an idea
In the Sargasso of time
latitude unseen

Lost is one word for
them--searching another

Any harbor would do
Even if home is best
Check the stars

Scream to see if the
fish have answers

from the merpeople
For once we don't
want a happy ending

Simply an ending
And a compass for home