Platonic Harbors

I look back and see no storm

The lifeboat, as always, is empty

I am adrift

On a shoreless sea

A gifted sailor 

Running out of worries

Leaving behind a tangled net of what-ifs

Feeling only lighter, not lonely

Inside a tangible, spider-web-like breeze

Swinging amid a burning horizon

In circles.

There is hope

In this immaterial voyage of mine

For a human pendulum

Constantly eluding balance!

A cold comfort keeps growing around

Taking over the melting spirits within

No anchorage visions for now

Or into the wind

To daunt me.  

From a distance I might be just a point

One step farther and I become invisible.

No mermaid song

To cloud my judgement,

No agony in the drinking of sea water,

No strings;

Only one piece of rope 

Attached to my pride.

I remember there were times

I’d resent seeing a lighthouse

Or hearing the “Land, ho!”cry
Or defensively anchoring.

The perk of being your own crew 

May break one's soul into spells of magic

Making no piracy worthwhile.

I have been everywhere

Surviving my past

In plain sight, I am here and now,

Though concealed from the rest of the world

You can see me:
Just wondering why

The shorter straw is never the last.