the doldrums

And then...
The night, the fog, the silence no wind, no sleep, nomad, saudade
The wail, the calms, no crux, no flux no north, no wake
The same, the same

Passiflora patterned pale lace sail
Leeward, in irons, sapphire silence

The Dawn slowed in through the shades sunk in bed,no sight of land

And then...
To rise, pick up the thread and weave away
Redo, redo

All the weight of a sunken sea
All the weight on all you could have been
All you weave will pull you through the windlessness though that might not seem like here and now...

...it might end someday...