Voyager

I'm cleaning out my cabin now
Good riddance to the obsolete
I'm kneeling down to touch a spot
That is not useful in my life.

Accumulation gets to me
Overwhelming throttling hand
I'd rather choose simplicity
and yes and no and yes again.

My attic window opens up
the tiniest bit of prospect
I saw a heart there yesterday
and light is just now fading.

The decks are cleanly scrubbed again
the ropes all sorted into piles.
They offer possibilities
to escape from such a height.

Hoisting anchor, wave again,
I'm all set to go.
Drowning I might find my way,
but now I just don't know.