Sonnet XIV – Close to the Wind

a broken-down craft with mast fallen low;
nowhere to go and no way to get there.
stuck in dry dock with no cargo to stow;
swabs avert eyes, for it’s more than they’ll bear.
unfurled adventures just memories now;
seas lead no more beyond borders of blue.
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow;
now landlocked sailors drown sorrows in brew.
Is this the end? Can’t we cast off again?
Bring wood for the deck and cloth for the sail!
hoist the jib and head for the bounding main;
masts rise again – lifted never to fail.

don’t give up the ship – some words to remind;
repurposed vessels have treasure to find.

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