by Jo Woodnutt

Created on: May 31, 2009   Last Updated: October 16, 2009

Lines written on a plane

Cocooned in flat and friendly warmth you lie.

Gentle waters hold you in their arms;

Floating, free but goal-less, beneath the sky,

Under this controlled Elysian calm.

The winds, that from the quiet land are drawn

Do safely sleep- Poseidon graces you.

Drift on- for he can love you in the morn

Yet change, and curse you in the afternoon.

-And when he lets them loose from his cold grasp,

Nature's deadly arms in all their glory

Up, up, will spring in anger, freedom at last,

And on you, toy, let loose her marvelous fury.

Speed on! Little boat and head for shore,

For plaything to her wrath, you'll sail no more!

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