Somewhere,
an empty, corked bottle,
perhaps chablis,
caught on chaotic seas,
tacking for port
but tossed by billows,
blown off course by gusts,
never to berth on,
somewhere,
solid sand.
But deep beneath oceans,
where leviathans feed
and there be dragons,
a world encompassing current
surges with unfathomable,
but, decided, intent,
pilots the bottle
to sure shore,
message delivered,
purpose assured,
fate fulfilled.
Poems by Ken 