The Wanderer's Compass

I find myself in a spiral
It takes me to depths unknown.
I flow and fall, and my breath crumbles.

Submerged in darkness, bubbles leave me
as I flow and fall beneath the sea.

The black sky looks beautiful tonight,
with its stars half-drowned in clouds and light.

I open my mouth to utter the words,
Yet bubbles leave me, unheard, absurd, as I stay submerged.

I try to swim up but hands grab my legs.
They trace and mark my skin with their sharp claws as I try to ascend bleeding again, yet climbing again.

I calm my brain and tell it to listen.
There is a pattern in the bubbles emerging.I whistle.

A form begins to forge, that of a rope.
It’s made of bubbles, I better not let go.

I climb and climb as I bleed and bleed.
How the hell is this rope carrying me from the abyss so deep?

I find myself back in the eye of the spiral.
The whirlpool continues, but I stand above, an absurd chiral.

I see a boat out to rescue,
the bubbles ,they are gone now, disappeared from view.

I swim, and swim, with the breath, that thins.
Have to stop the bleeding; time is getting dim.

All alone on this boat, no human in sight.
An empty shack afloat, Jesus Christ.
I grab the seat and find a vest,
finally, a little shelter, a little rest.

There are supplies here, hidden for weary travellers and me
Today I live, tomorrow, I wonder how will it be?
I stop the bleeding and pick the anchor.
No map, no way, I guess I will start the engine.

Was it a dream, a daze?
I no longer remember,
but I will take this boat
to a place I remember.

I ride this boat, the winds get faster, louder, and sharper.
My eyes lose composure, and blink, and blink and blink.
Tears start pouring, for reasons I do not remember.

Eyes covered with water, everything goes green.
I feel warmth, heat, shade, sounds, birds, critters unseen.

I wipe my face and notice I am sitting down,
There is a small table in front and she sits around

Her face unseen, her voice unheard, her smile a blur.
Something deeper calls, and I know it's her.

Two teacups on this table, made of the giant tree where I sit
It's so tall and wide that I appear but an ant at its side.

She murmurs a question to me that I no longer remember.
There is a cat meowing at the top, I wonder how it got there?

I look up as far as eyes can see
The branches long, tabled, with light shades passing through me
The cat with a clock necklace stares right at me.
My eyes deceive me, or was it an owl I see?

Memory is hazy, but I kept staring,
The creature's eyes became darker, deeper, as if it knew its time to leave
I lost my footing, and I was back to the boat, crazy.

Shaking still,legs bleeding still, bandages helped only partially.
Back at the helm, no one but me is here to drive the boat, still I see

I move and move, humming something nostalgic.
It matched in melody with the seagull's chirps and logic.
I chuckled and started smiling as I hummed this

The clouds roared, as if to break the illusion,
whispering darkness and thunder, a dangerous fusion
As far as the eyes can see, grey skies, and doom awaited me
I tried to focus, and shapes appeared freely.

A ship? Boats? Mountain? Shore?
Mocking my thoughts, shapes disappear, fog at the door, panic restored
The humming became dull in melody, as the thunder was not in the mood for comedy
I am not a sailor, not a navigator, stuck in this boat, with fog as my jailor
The sharp winds were sharper still, the pain striked a memory from within

The one who moves and see, conjures a new path to be.
Words unknown, source unknown, yet they seem to be known
If everywhere it is fog, I see, then it is the fog that I will see.
I look, look,look,and look.
I look, look, look, and look.

The fog moves.
It moves,
it moves,
it moves.

It dances, it flows, it sways, it shows.
Left it goes, so I go to left
Up, down and under it goes, so up, down and under I go next
It stops and rushes, so I stop and rush it
My motion is not of my own now I wonder
The fog and me, we are one and the same, a spirit encounter

It ends as fast as it began, and I am back at the boat
No fog in sight, no forest tree, no bubble rope

Back in the grand horizon of the sea,
with all the blue the eye can see,
With seagulls abound
and a new shore to be.

I hum my melody to jam with the seagulls that surround me,
smiling for a bit, I am back, I see