Adrift Poem by Dennis Lambert

Horizons are distant,
The ocean is vast,
The sky stretches out,
Too far above the mast.

Our ships are adrift
Upon the open sea:
The drifting speck of you,
The drifting speck of me.

“Where am I going, ” you say,
“Where are currents taking me?
I am so lost and afraid,
In this blue eternity.”

“From my ship to yours, ”
I say, “Take this tether—
We will not fear this drifting
Once we have moved together.”