Getting ready for the battle (of a lifetime)

I have bought these
old oak boards and planks of cypress for years…

It began with lifted and thrown over blankets,
pillows stagger stacked
as boards
along bed edges
that became forts at the brink of oceans
that sailed out and away
to meet rising tides
that became ships on a sea
a sea at first
I knew
foggy gray
wriggled up from
murky earthen gristle wet and ground out sand bottoms
then rising to humble steerage
shook the company within
Dark blue ebony transitions crumpled and rolling and riling
young dreams in the night

Then the sun hits
and I all, all of us of me
pulled form from the beginning of the day
with lasting impact from the journey past

In the very beginning of everything
anything was possible
if deep edged and weathered

The seas hold hope,
and the shock,
the shock

Still I’d not change out my sea legs
for an uncontested life on land