The Poet Is the Ship's Captain

the poet is the ship's Captain the story is about the sea sailed upon a tale beneath in the cargo hold at times the most tranquil of waters filled with benign waves become walks along Elysian paths or a tempest, red skies on the horizon filling the falling journey into night no longer now hidden exposed to the Furies' rage we are at the helm, quill in hand where imagination and inspiration fills the sails of this sojourn upon acres of dawn's delight lost in the moon's horizon rising awaiting the harvest of its grandeur sailing on without a moment lost no worry about the surrounding fleet the cargo we carry is our own matters not the treasures others possess because the wealth in this Odyssey is our accounting of the soul's desires find the words where boundaries have to be breached and language moved to higher peaks so all the valleys come to know there are heights where some may go while sitting beneath the bough lost in some Idyllic day read line by line, then take flight soaring on wings never before experienced where the soul drinks ever so deeply from the apertures flowing with nectar from the Ichor within the poet's quill OKC 6/22