
Compass Calibration
A day  for pausing
 no hasty actions, no hasty  thoughts.
Just  slowly pondering, 
feeling the buoyancy of the sea beneath the  hull.
 No waves, just mist rising up off the mirrored   surface of the  water.
A  slight breeze rustling my hair as I taste the salty air on my  lips.
 I am at the bow,  arms  outstretched.
 Rain on my  face
 or maybe tears and what I taste is not the air  at all.
Going  steadily, no swells this time.
 not holding on, but  instead
 accepting that all is as it should  be.
~Sagemyst~



