No 5: IN PURSUIT OF MOORING
MARJHAN VASSEGHI
Sails, billowing in the wind
Clear water waves crashing onto shore
A sailor sails to discover his frame of mind
The salty sea air whisks him, unrefined
Drifting away from shore, he realizes what he must ask for
Sails, billowing in the wind
Quieting down he asks himself, tuning into the gears that grind
Quieting down, he tells himself his life’s lore
A sailor sails to discover his frame of mind
Intertwined in his thoughts, he is tempted to leave it all behind
Diving into his core, he is reminded of how he used to soar
Sails, billowing in the wind
Opening his eyes to a newfound life, he focuses on what he might find
Opening his eyes to a newfound life, he wonders how he lived before
A sailor sails to discover his frame of mind
Sitting on the portside, he sees the constant lapping in his mind, redesigned
Standing up, he takes the tiller, taking control of The Adore
Sails, billowing in the wind
A sailor sails to discover his frame of mind