A year full of words

Canvas sails

Canvas sails

My sails flap wildly in the wind,

until they are tied and bound.

Then the wind fills them up,

and pushes me along.

My sailors run up and around,

as they hastily clean my decks.

The sea is cool,

as I cruise through its blue,

My pointy end,

slicing through.

I watch the water,

form a wave,

then dissolve quietly,

under my gaze.

I watched the clouds shift and drift,

but to my surprise,

form a giant funnel,

alas, I thought to myself,

I'd never survive that fate.

My sailors held true,

and so did I,

I pressed myself through,

Though there was no more blue.

The only thing left was darkness.

The wind tore at my sails,

and snapped up my ropes,

as my poles bent,

and lightning flashed.

Everything was so quick,

it was too blurry,

until I lost consciousness,

And the world flipped to the deepest black ever.

I awoke with a start,

to find myself back,

to where I originally began.

But my poles were straightened,

my ropes renewed,

and my canvas sails,

replaced, washed, pristine white,

and . . . majestic.