caught

what good is this man
with no mother
and no son
no father, no daughter
no grandchildren
left adrift
by the gods
and goddesses

caught
in an eddy
the old adventurer
working the sails
in a world without wind

will fate arrive
on a silver plate
or a wooden slab
a granite box
a cold blank stare
a flashing nightmare
a long starving fade

or will there yet arise
just wind enough
for one more
voyage--be
ready

5/03