I carried pieces

of me, ships in a bottle,

shattered when let go.

Buried in duty

to helm this horrid day, home

the only true course.

Then sailing onward

the prevailing wind blew west,

in time deep as oceans.

Sun stamped its tempo

in blue above and below,

days and days and days.

Breathing in years on,

remember bottle shattered,

but this ship, rebuilt.