Dear Boat Keeper,

Dear boat keeper the things you must see, the stories the ocean tells you, do you believe? In between the moments of the Greek god’s wrath, and on the gently flowing waters of the Roman baths, does the world stop spinning to witness the glory, or is this truly a lonely man’s purgatory? Do you see day break the cage of the night? The sun’s rays against the stars is a hopeless fight. Are the secrets rolled up in that old glass bottle, the same lyrics preached in the wind’s gospel? Dear boat keeper are you but a confine? This ocean no more mine than yours. Do you sit there alone at the will of the water, thinking of warmth, and home and your dear daughter? Is it true that you lifted the anchors and untied the knots, to banish yourself solitary with your guilty thoughts? Are you stranded or did you choose to be, lost and exiled in this prison sea? Dear boat keeper I hope one day you grant yourself forgiveness, and should God be absent, take me as your witness: That no sin repented merits a life lost to guilt, as any cherished relationship is worth being rebuilt.