The ship pulls me east
over the deep blue.
Wind and water whisper…
unintelligible but crystal clear.
As the shore disappears
the tugboat retreats.
Anchors, ropes, docks;
all restraint is gone.
There is just the wind
playing with the waves.
On a small paper
I write to them:
I surrender.
Gaptooth Willy never surrenders! 😉