Speechmaker
I walk across the hollow deck
placing my hand
on the railing
of the bow
and I gaze
across the sea.
I close my eyes
and breath
one
two
three.
The roaring waves calm
a silent abyss.
Just me and the sea
I call to order the storm
and tranquil replies
I speak to life a hurricane
and the sea complies
Too much, too soon.
a salty spray. Blinds my thoughts.
Panic. Consumes my psyche.
I forgot the words
that calm the storm.
and then, it’s time,
I breathe.
I speak.
To calm the storm I created.
and the sea
is intrigued.
The skies clear on my command
When I smile,
the waves begin to roll once more.
I breathe.
My time on board is done.