Pelagic Poem by Francesco Malaspina

Unmoored
Not yet moving but drawn
By destinations dreamed the gentle tide made fierce
Our boat struggles.

Vermillion claws uncoil below the sky dome
A setting sun
Taunting us with promises
Of restful nights and steady winds ahead
The sea opaque
Its mirrorless unfathomable depth, the raging
Depth as yet so tranquil.
We are pelagic. Still
Above oceans of changes.

The boat struggles against the restless wind
We linger
Farewells as yet too hurtful to be murmured.
We'll wait for darker hours, we'll wait
For dawns coalescing
Our eyes cast forward
Our heads still bowed.

Unmoored
We'll sail along our lives
Afraid of storms and unseen monsters
We'll sail, we'll move, no longer
Waiting. Unmoored
We'll rush, we'll brave the scattered currents
Old dreams, our dreams, our future
Re-cohering.

(11-October-2016)