Anchors and Sailboats
by Carl Josehart

strong, virile winds
impregnate beautiful
billowy
white sails

grasping the
rudder
mother of endless possibilities
pointing out to sea

straining against a
hereditary anchor
imagining
motion, distance
new ports

anchor broken
catapulted forward
fear washers over excitement
desperately seeking
the spot
where the anchor lies hidden
below

straining against the
strong
virile winds
to stay
sentinel to mark
an anchor
well needed

shuddering at the
presence of endless possibilities
adrift
unable to reckon direction
motion without mission
distance without destination

pregnant moments
fill precious time
long labor
birth
a dream of the future