a eulogy for living

unclench your sweet mind
let the Milky Way back in
from the evening sky.

achey body by the fire,
mine and then those after me.

half a bottle of honey,
scattered books, teacup on the pine floor.
nowhere to drop anchor
as we chart Jules Verne dreams
always for the first
time, always.

my teacher is sailing broad seas,
a pirate, a captain, a so ordinary man.
cutlass in your teeth,
I reach for mine with a few tears
as you hoist the mainsail
in the wind of
Needing Something Else.