When at sea / directionless / approach the / Unexpected
(Cheyenne McMasters)
The madman helming the solo voyage
steers by the seat of his cargo shorts.
His jury-rigged bark breasts the swells
and he clutches the tiller with white knuckles.
The madman waves to crews that cast him
pitying looks from well appointed vessels,
mimes their offers of assistance with a shrug,
pointing northwards, flashing a jaunty victory sign.
The madman helming the solo voyage,
he knows, he does, one only thing, which is:
“I’ve got this.” He’s been told by one who knows.
That simple knowing blows him where he goes.
(c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved
EthicalDative 
¡Qué importante! “ese simple saber”.
Un saludo, amigo.
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¡Muchas gracias, otro saludo!
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Great painting, JMN and the words fit perfectly to it.
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Grateful for your words, OA. Best regards!
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