Adrift

ADRIFT
I watched him
sail away from me
astride a tiny skiff,
a fragile thing
or so it seems
would give in a moments grip.
\
I watched him part
the sun-stained depths
unaware what lay beneath,
I thought to myself
as he slipped from sight
did I win? Did I win?
/
Did I beat the angry swords of fear
and fashion his armor right?
Did I strengthen the walls of his pliant heart
not too hard and not too soft?
Did I temper the mettle of his precious soul
to bend but never break?
What measure have I
for success or failure
but to set this skiff adrift?
and hope one day
 he returns to me
a neatly crafted
 ship.

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