Tug

How can the smaller of two vessels be the course decider?
A taut cable linking an elephant trainer to the beast
Internal will and force can make even the seemingly impossible happen.
Millions of pounds of freight

I’ll get your cheap Chinese stuff delivered on time

Such a stout and powerful machine on a dumb task

What do you Tug?

Fire

campfire of putrid waste
a half barrel of burning fuel and fertilizer
On the surface it’s the worst job
The most demeaning statement of your worth

But it’s also a pause from the war
a moment in quiet reflection
an inward journey to escape outward smells

does burning shit denote a clear lack of plan?
does it even make sense to do?

Probably not

One Lone Soul

One lone soul
Bobbing Oscillation on each incoming wave
Infinite blue ocean ahead transforms
Optimistic goals into the futility of expanse

One lone soul fighting ebbs and tides not for progress but experience

Hundreds watching from a packed summer beach
Sun seekers slathered in modes of sun protection
So close to the destination of their hundred mile journey

They cry and sweat and burn
In beach chair saftey

All their eyes trained on

One lone soul

Quahog

Buried in sand and rock and ocean for years
My solitude a trickle of salty tears

Hidden from sight and love
Hard shell protects

My life gone in a flash like gunpowder
Don’t take me for your chowder