Two Passing Ships

The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective. - Thoreau

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bows directionless

hulls tarnished

sterns weighty

wakes wobbly

carrying the containers of loneliness

longing for an honest course

a high tide from the moon's immutable force

a momentary kiss from salty but sincere lips

on love's radar, two adjacent blips

i don't think that's asking too much for 

two passing ships

Author's Note

"It is easier to sail many thousand miles through cold and storm and cannibals, in a government ship, with five hundred men and boys to assist one, than it is to explore the private sea, the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean of one's being alone." - Thoreau