I set a heading towards
the outer edge of me.

My ship’s bow seeking
calm waters blue — sails unfurled – 

free from the mid-ocean swirl
that keeps dreams ensnared,

banking the flat-earthers are wrong
and we need not beware serpents,

towards a place where
compass and currents converge.

Sailing a following sea
to the outer edge of a life well loved —
unanchored, uncharted, unplugged.