Some Sonnet

Brett Cranswick

Home is a heart, broken and plaster cast,
Cast on the sea and signed collectively.
No harbour from the storm would guarantee,
For any such crew, cure for the topmast.
Pursued by wind, thunder and rain, we passed
Decades spent sifting distant shorelines. We
Found broadside berths less comfort possibly
Than sinking leagues deep, finding home at last.
Time and again, friend, frustrated no end,
We yet denied the truth before our eyes;
We saw unseen, like the dead beating heart;
We navigated still untold night skies,
Called every god and most demons our friend,
To make our peace with life, death, love and art.