Wednesday, June 27, 2018

"Drifters" by Alessio Zanelli

Alessio Zanelli

It's been so long a time
since we cast off, put to sea, headed for the unknown.
Intrepid, forgetful of whom we were,
greedy for estrangement and oblivion—
as if we could secure more freedom

the further we pulled away from dry land.
"Voyage" Watercolor on Paper
By J. Artemus Gordon

Now that countless years of elements and sunshine,
storms and dead calm,
forever adrift at the mercy of waves,
have quelled our zeal,
and we still haven't found what we're looking for,
or we thought in the event we would come across—
the horizon seems to recede, stretch away,
spawning mirages one after the other,
puzzling our eyes and fooling our minds,
unveiling beyond such immutable, perfect line
nothing else but another one,
then one again, and so on.
To confront it all—
just our imperfect will and skill,
our fallacy and caducity.

Though sorrowful to admit,
it would be good, at last,
to leave the open sea,
allow ourselves to find a tranquil route,
have the vessel take us back to port.
So let the sails be unfurled,
follow favorable winds,
gather all that's left of us.
And let there be no uncertainty,
no regret, no delay—
still underway is the journey,

always in ambush the fiercest of gales.

Poet’s Notes: Seafaring metaphors of life fascinate me--which is pretty funny, because I am no seaman at all.

Editor's Note:  As I read this, I was reminded of the inspiring opening theme to Star Trek:  Enterprise

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