Land Ho

Written by: Michael Todd

With the wind
	in my sails
I’ve been riding along
	on cold currents
for some months now.

Through my spotting scope
	these salt-sprayed eyes
might be seeing land – 
	land to anchor to – 
a place to rest from my voyage.

I’m hoping you will be there
	to greet me open-armed
with words of love
	to whisper in my ears – 
telling me that my journey is over.

Were I never set adrift again
	my mind wound not mind,
my heart would be full of loving,
	and my body would ache
wanting to show you pleasure.

Let that be Land
	I see with these wind-weary eyes,
let my journey from you
	be back toward you,
let me never sail from you again.