Listing

Out there from this bow,
I can see that listing ship,
Its lifeboat ropes empty
And all the way down.

Last night you mentioned, sometime,
Of making peace with oneself;
A necessity on this globe without God.
I know that you mentioned that
With a confidence,
And that you were.

But I am, I knew then,
Listing
And in need of counteraction,
Myself.
I can feel what it feels to be out of balance…
It’s as if I’m always looking out,
Circling
And without anywhere to land.