Maritime

 
Freighted with fears, followed by old sorrows

That cry along the failure-fuming wake,

This ship is bound for coral-crowned tomorrows,

Looming, uncharted, off the bow at daybreak.

Once bright with brass and signal-flags, it sailed

From port to port, each night the last night out.

Balloons, confetti, paper hats - all failed:

Red sky at dawn; the open seas, and doubt.

Now, after wars and transport years, the brave

Light lingers on the bridge: gold bells, salutes.

The battered hull that rides the love-laced wave

Is decked with cargo - ripening jewel-like fruits.

Out of the past, this liner makes its way.

What islands wait? What dolphins, joyful, play?