the shift of memory

of hopes and dreams

once good, then bad

and back again.

of vast landscapes and

a galway hooker under way,

of dhow‘s with lateen sail‘s

chivalry

knights-errant

bravery, honor

God

and

the reality of human

treachery

then hope once more.

perhaps it was my fault,

yes at some point I took

the reigns

and gave no tasks

there is no regret, only adventure

only curiosity

and the planning

to continue

forging ahead

blending it all to start

anew

sharpen my quill

keep my sword

at the ready

and

love.