
The captain would not listen when the crew politely questioned -
he said he had to hold his course and finally shipwrecked us.
With twenty thousand miles to go to reach our destination,
we sent a message on ahead that said, "Best not to expect us."
Some studied what had happened as if details were salvation -
they only found we had not known how little did protect us.
We tried to take the captain down and relieve him of his station -
and still he stayed the captain, somehow able to deflect us.
The poets and the priests conferred and offered consolation.
"We'll do all that we can," they said, "as long as you respect us."
They say that trouble has a way to bring people together -
if that is true in fact, would someone please connect us?
At least heartbreaking moons are giving nights of peaceful resting -
we lie awake and gaze at them till dreams come to collect us.
Some days we are discouraged, but then we go to breakfast -
the epic sunsets and strong coffee begin to resurrect us.
Image:

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Words:

("heartbreaking moons and epic sunsets for breakfast")
Words:

(all the rest)
how does that work?
it has always elided me
the epic sunsets and strong coffee begin to resurrect us."
it's not just a poem, it's also a beautiful allegory ...
and i guess that was totally the idea of the title of my collab with *Greyguardian, poetry will give us comfort and maybe salvation too
i had fun with it but it said serious things too
and it's often quoted but, to quote William Carlos Williams, "It is difficult/to get the news from poems/yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there."
Williams is not one of my favorite poets but every english language poet must know and salute those words