Who of us isn’t a ship about to leave harbor?
When the anchor is pulled
We’ll sail into a new tomorrow
As dark and unknowable
As the deep
Who of us isn’t a ship on the ocean?
Lines cast and waiting
To bring in a harvest
To feed the world
Maybe today
Who of us isn’t a ship out to sea?
Sinkable
Vulnerable
Driving against the storm
Or being driven further from shore
Who of us isn’t out there?
No land in sight
Bound to consequences
Of our own decisions
While provisions run low
The sailors in the street
And every pirate that you meet
Every one and all alike
Need the blessing of the fleet
-Matt Beard