Now is a ship.

All that I know is the ship and the wind in the sails and the water rushing past the wood. The creaking of the boards as I walk along the edge, my fingers tracing, lightly, slowly the splintered railings. I walk towards the quarterdeck, the wind whipping through my skirt, my hair, wrapping its warm embrace all around me. I close my eyes and allow myself to drift in its arms, rocking me gently and pushing me onwards, upwards, up the stairs and towards the stern.

Now is a ship

Which captain am

All that I know is the ship and the wind and that I am Captain. I command the ship and hold the wheel. The wood feels warm and familiar in my hands. I know my course. I follow it as if I take it every day. I know my path. The stars overhead guide me with a loving hand although I need no guidance—the gesture makes all the difference. I could not take this course on my own. The stars offer their assistance and never fail to accept my decision or lend their eyes, ears, or hearts.

Now is a ship

Which captain am

Sails out of sleep

I wake from a dream of ships and water and wind and stars and the warm embrace and guidance of loving hands and arms. I feel as though I have just traveled to the deepest depths of my heart.

Now is a ship

Which captain am

Sails out of sleep

Steering for dream

I see a path before me and I wonder, could this be what I dreamt about? Could this be what I am to follow? I wander outside and feel the cool breeze against my skin, whipping my skin in an embrace of nature. I close my eyes and imagine myself on the ship, the captain, steering toward some ultimate destination. The girl in the dream is much more oriented than I. I know not what I want. But I do know that I want that kind of assurance.

"Now is a ship

Which captain am

Sails out of sleep

Steering for dream"

-E.E. Cummings


Author's Note: This is an idea I got while reading one of E.E. Cummings poems. The full poem is the four lines on the bottom in quotations. I do not own any of E.E. Cummings poems nor claim any right to them. This is simply a reflection on what came to mind while I read the poem.