“Finite Navigation by Stewart Stafford

Happiness is but a harbour in a storm;
Greater tempests lash far-off docks,
Gauntlets to run to the last port of call,
Never a permanent plateau of nirvana.

Life's weather patterns pivot and feint,
Everything beyond our fingertip reach,
If we go off course with coins on our eyes,
The rocks of avarice pace in ocean spray.

We set sail or get driven from our sanctuary,
Shelter granted at the behest of strangers,
Captains of our ship, La Mirage, wave dancing,
Mates and blood as crew, fish and fowl companions.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”