Voyage

I was the fourth ship.

Behind Niña, Pinta, Santa María,

Lost at sea while watching a seagull,

Following the wind and sunset skies,

While the others set their charts.

I was the fourth ship.

Breathing in salt and flying with clouds,

Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights,

Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull,

While the others pointed their prows.

I was the fourth ship.

Playfully in love with the sea,

Eternally entwined with the sky,

Forever vowed to my voyage,

While the others shouted “Land.”

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