Michael's Poem

09/10/2023 Sunday 67-77F Cloudy

A poem from Michael: 

"To my precious passenger

He stands tall against the wind

Grey-bearded, hand on the helm;

His skiff has survived storms,

Sharks, and the boiling sun.

At the bow sits a small young girl

With only a bucket hat

To protect her from the spray.

She looks anxious, afraid

they will never reach their destination.

Then she comforts herself

With the knowledge that she is not alone;

The Helmsman has made it many times

And is courageous, fearless,

Committed unconditionally to the journey.

He stands tall against the wind

Grey-bearded, hand on the rudder;

And he understands

The importance

Of arriving.

Fuck the rest."

Ps: I am that small "young" girl, he is that helmsman 😓