Another Shore

From the waters of my mother’s womb,

I was sent out to breast that foam.

Cast adrift I began then seeking

that other ocean, that other shore,

which my ambition was to travel far,

to that mystic land that’s always fair.



The Great Shipwright formed me

on stocks from which he launched me,

fresh upon the salty amniotic waters,

The Captain my father then came for me

to fit me out for a life at sea and now

I find his ship still resides inside me.



The tide goes out and the tide goes in

yet still I cannot reach that other shore,

so who will be my pilot and my guide?

While I continue to voyage from year to

year, until the storm has passed and I

might then turn down the empty glass

© D G Moody 2024
(Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)