To the Swells

The oceans might and roil,
turning in swift anger and fury,
testing ships, and men, souls.
will they go on?
can they?

the storms come,
and the storms go,
but man will always sail.
to see the white fury,
or its peaceful glass,
she calls us back to her unwelcoming arms.

at sea with brothers,
unfurl the sails,
set off, le'go the anchor,
and sail away,
a new port every day.
Her arms await.