We mortals cross the ocean of the world, each in his own average cabin of a life. -Robert Browning
And yes, this ship set sail
before you even knew your name,
had opened your new eyes and seen the sky
or grasped its ocean vastness with the sea.
Before the trip was booked, your route was fixed;
none of your best-laid plans could see ahead
to where the captain’s compass pointed next,
or where the slow meandering might speed
and summon sight of land – always a tease —
never the solid shore you hoped to claim.
And yes, some share a cabin for a spell –
never a guarantee who’ll make it last
or who’ll despair, alone or paired.
In either case, no turning back or warranties,
all of us sailing west at different speeds,
follow the same sun by other names,
stare at the same sea, escape in dreams
that someone not of sea will lift His sight
and ferry our average souls beyond the night.
ABOUT THIS POEM: This was inspired by the haunting quote by Robert Browning. I imagined our lives as ‘solitary’ journeys on the ocean of life, searching for greater meaning and a noble destination.
“and ferry our average souls beyond the night.” beautiful imagery of being adrift on this ocean of life, the bitter-sweet sense of sharing cabins for a time and moving on, I think this one might be my favourite so far, I can well relate to it!
This is one of my personal favourites, too. It was one of the ‘special’ ones that seemed to come easily from pen to paper– although of course it needed revision and work later. Thanks for the compliment!