The fifth trip to nowhere

By Mia

The wind
Is at my back
And the sails 
at my mercy

But I was gifted sight:
Two eyes
Again 
Last night.

Blue 
They said
Like the ocean
Like the sea

Still, I can go
Nowhere—
Even as the wind howls 
And my sails strain
Against their tethers—
Because I need the water
But all I can see is land.

Because I need the sea
But I was born in the sand.

 
M

Mia

VT

18 years old

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