He

Sat on the bow of a ship, legs dangling off the edge, and eyes on the horizon.

Waves rose up, and were split beneath him,

Only for more to take their place.

And he saw not the water beneath him,

Or the might of his ship, or its crew,

As storms waged wars against them, and those waves gained confidence,

Only to be be tamed once again.

And he saw not the dolphins leaping alongside,

Or the sun rise behind him.

He saw only that unmoving line,

Un-wielding in its decision to stay in place,

Unwilling to move an inch closer,

And he thought not of the good that lay on the islands before it.