They whispered to me “no.”

The trumpet sounded “go.”

Inside my mind a single tear

I thought I heard a “Good luck dear.”

For you, it’s just another day

For me, I hear not what you say

The ship contains my fears, my dreams,

my broken heart with jagged seams

My joy, my fate, my childhood toys

and my mind’s eye with all its noise

It’s left this land to distant shores

For someone new, for something more

Leaving me one broken oar.

I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got rhyme

I’ve all I need for these troubled times.

Right?

~Marlies Vonn