Unmoored

No anchors or tethers
keep me moored;
I could disappear
into the horizon tonight.

I don’t recall how
I arrived in this port, or what
I was supposed to do here.

At eventide
the sea swallows the sun
in one bright orange gulp,

eternal questions swim lazily
in the crosscurrent
of all possibility,

as my small vessel sails on,
gliding across the bay
into uncharted waters.

Captained by a power
greater than my own,
an unforeseen faith
takes the helm.