A Sunday Afternoon Poem

Anchor A Way

I awoke - adrift in endless sea
     waters churning with yearning
From one port to another my ship drifts
     captured in thunder torn asunder
     forces dark, fearsome, meddlesome
     wreaking havoc - no good reason
Distant dreams
     carry whispers of promise
     launching my vessel invincible
     sailing       into realms invisible
Feeling strain
     my ship pulls against the pain
     of old anchor heavy with disdain
Fate delivers
     streams of shifting winds
     tugging at reefed canvass
     sewn in shack of quiet hours
     as others sleep in lonely towers
With tiller in hand I set my rigging
     above depths unfathomable
     hull groans under Neptune's strain
     against deadly drag astern
     that old heavy anchor   of disdain   
Standing strong at firmament's helm
     my being surges with ancient urges
     calloused hand grasps lightning
     cuts my line to anchor old
     swings my ship into winds untold
     scuttles my dream in sea of destiny

~ William Waterway