it is joy but is also sorrow in these moments
for so long it seemed as if it was me
turning the clock of lived history
hoisting time as a sail held by gromets
it is joy because you are wind and rudder
this ship this boat this boy is breathing new air
with a head up to the horizon i steady a glare
as you invade my course i begin to shutter
becasue it is sorrow in this loss of control
sails wipp the seas ebb and flow
and you invite me to rest unable to know
as you spin the clocks and land where sea meets knoll
