Dying Compass

we travel as unthinking as clouds
sailors with our skin rooted to the ship
seashells loving the freedom brought of decay
the sky and the sea weld together in our drift
we are calm, of few emotions,
both fear and courage are born of concern
of where one is headed

 

 

About the Poet:
Curtis Whitecarroll is a poet and reading-event producer living in Portland, Oregon He has been published in Multiple online and print magazines .

 

Photo by Martin Winkler.

 

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