Sailing Classes
it’s when next month meets today,
and you put your plans on paper.
hoping ink and records
can solidify your dreams.
they won’t.
but they will cause you to think,
and wonder.
and move.
forward, towards peace.
just believe,
the wind will soon hit your sails,
and you’ll be off – navigating high seas.
maybe alone,
but you’ve got it.
you just don’t realize it.
I bought you sailing classes,
before I knew you had written,
every hope you’ve ever had.
I just wanted you to see,
how easy
it was gonna be,
that you could move forward with ease.
I wanted you to know,
“you’ve got this with a little practice.”
but you skipped the classes,
felt it better to learn on your own.
I asked: “do you need some help?”
“No, it’s important I do this myself.”
I warned that it was dangerous for you
to give it a go alone,
but was proud too.
proud of the fact that solitude
wasn’t a fear for you
and you could go the distance,
without assistance.
I was proud of you,
when you set sail and said,
“I’ll be ok. trust me.”
I didn’t,
but I believed in you.
I wanted you to know:
“I installed a radio,
that only I can hear
in case you need company
when your sails fail
and you take on water.
There’s another one,
a general purpose one.
but before you give up,
try mine.
I’ll be on the radio
when the sails break
and you take on water.
promising,
“you’re ok.”
if the sinking doesn’t cease,
I will fashion my arms into helicopter blades,
follow your coordinates
and be the rescue mission
you didn’t want.
I’ll call the coast guard
“I’ve got it.
you can stand down.”
I know if you needed to be saved,
you wouldn’t accept anything,
and rather float alone,
then send out a mayday
and admit defeat.
I was proud of you when you sank,
and used my radio to tell me,
“thank you,
for allowing me
to dream
even if
it’s
what caused me
to
sink.”
I was proud of you,
when you didn’t care.