Untitled Sonnet

Toward the sky, shall I look up today?

To sail by wind, succeed by step action.

We see above the clouds a lighting grey;

In sail is strength and rig a skeleton

Who navigates a question, who and where

A channel marker a milestone, the same.

Adrift: off course, to port, to work, in fair

Afloat, traffic light up and flash your name

But cracked the seam of sunburned saltwater.

Captain goes down: the down is up in flip

Like head and tail two sides the room, quarter.

Filling the draining sea of land a slip

Out there a crimson horizon defrost

Our destination no longer is lost...