Stronger

How to master this thing called life
Smooth the warp of a belligerent mind.
Through thirty five years
I've felt the dull drone of panic,
Peered limpet-like from the rock.

I hadn't envisaged this kind of view.
For in my dream's ideal
I'd seen sails unfurl in the Sun's drift
And everyday the sound of storms
Dropping back from the bows.

A chimera; a sentiment.
For I know perspective is won
With courage, a few solid steps
To stop the twittering fuss.
Yes life's the thing, the only thing

I'll measure it out, cup by cup.