[an abandoned shipwreck somewhere at a lakeshore in Canada left for strollers to view]
I shall begin this tale with a storyteller's flair
take out my flute to play a soft seductive tune
between pauses, as I recall my journey.
Facing the unknown does not frighten me
unchartered waters are a challenge not to ignore
lure me like a siren, or filings to a magnet.
I am not an old god, doomed to search the world
on a quest for an elusive Seven Cities of Gold
excitement runs red in my blood, vivid as a wound.
I chase mountains as they loom enticing ahead
sometimes they fade like mirages in summer sun
so I drop anchors unfazed in strange lands.
After the rains, thick stars scud the summer sky
I could gaze at them forever in the moist darkness
leave the world, getting off it with not a look behind.
Can this be love - an insanity which is willing
to risk everything for what turns out to be
a colossal mental illusion - be shipwrecked at sea.