The Return
Eastwards the storm-wracked prow, steered for hope’s harbour, home!. (Freeboard
Near-swamped by freighted weight of rarities cramming the holds
And decks, this cargo could buy family security
Should I attain the port). Just one aim to achieve; survive!.
No hindrant gale will overcome my will’s intent, except
I drown in weltering hopes’ wreck!. My mind flies far ahead —
Shall I find the beached craft floating free; warship safely docked;
Pinnace and mother-ship beside the quay; all crews unharmed? —
As battered muscles strain to hold the wheel firm to the course
I choose, fighting the turbulence that risks my total loss,
Wrestling against the wild, contrary winds and waves to bring
My ship to haven. Courage must not fail me now I’m near
My blessèd natal shore. There, through thick-flying foam, I see the land!.
Hold steady now!. My cargo’s safe delivery is close at hand!.
