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~