Like An Anchor

I was only a tot when the boat left shore

Probably no more than four

In the beginning the storms were fun

For when they passed, serene idle, and sun

Later the turbulence carried meaning and depth

Though there were unbridled joys, I too often wept

In that boat, in the sea, I thought I would become a man, become me

But the more I questioned, the less I knew, even though I was free

Youth is cursed, it’s not moored, constant falling

Scanning the ever changing water for a fixed calling

Flux, in flux, this body, this boat, this thinking

Up and down up and down, could be traded for one motion, sinking

Make it up if I must, attach I will, in one place, roots I need, for sure

This yearning is still, motionless, like an anchor