“Sail” by Alexander Kravetz
Sail
I sail this sea where black and white
Prove manifest and made anew.
Uncharted is this day and night:
A journey sailed by but a few.
I seek to reach the end of ends
Where answers may be found at last;
Yet, how obscure be all it lends,
Despite the efforts of my mast.
"Wherefore am I..." the sea begins—
An echo, once more, from the past.
And, oft' is it spurred by chagrins,
Yet wisdom is, indeed, amassed.
Though sights beheld be not the Whale,
Nor quite the beauty of the Forms,
My ship still drifts and seeks to sail
In search of all beyond the storms.