Roaring Forties

Breathe easy now, stop your tears
For the ocean has fulfilled its promise.
Only yesterday life's full stops
Fell like rocks in the road
Today you've put your doubt on hold
Felt the thousand mile gaze of God
A fickle allegiance drawn
From trough to crest to trough.

So rig up your spinnaker hearts
Let then bloom and blow,
Lense clouds collapsing
On the wheel of the world.

Oh I know!
We have all said too much
Not for us the Leviathan's mute dignity
Rather a new set of clothes.
Modern day Leonardos, giddy children
Leaning into the wind,
Hands always raised, always chasing
The silence of the elusive earth.

Its truth will not be held.
But spills free like petrels
Stroking white caps with steel,
Like splintered boughs turning full
Through sixty degrees south.
Poseidon's mouth agape
At the back of the Aurora.

There's only one card left in the pack,
A final throw of the dice
Your soul squeezes out
Between blue rolling bergs,
A noose of ice.