The Ship

The one that will take me

(sure, this is a fantasy)

bound for out there

with a great cabin and

an oak bar lounge I can

hang out in while the world

swirls by in it’s oceans of 

grandeur….writing missives

on the open ocean as the

centers of communication…

the satellites, the towers,

wink out, one by one, `I

afloat, not looking for land

anymore…a pirouette

of what was once before.