across the ocean
for decades—
almost all my adulthood
Now I want to
get off the vessel
but the ocean
wouldn't let me
Who do I become
once I step onto land—
no longer
the sailor or
the passenger
The sailor in me
still searches
for himself
on land
The passenger in me
cannot let go
of the horizon
Still seeking ocean
on land—
hearing invisible waves
The space within myself—
between two points
growing incoherent
I might wait
for my ship to wreck or
sail it through the storm
I might jump
if the ship won't do it
for me