The tides are turning
The captain jumped ship
There’s fog on the horizon
And the deck is quite slick
A crewmate holds the rail
Trying to hold in their supper
Someone’s on the crow’s nest
Someone’s cleaning out the scupper
The sails are set
But the compass just spins
No one knows which direction to begin
The tides lurch the ship
Quaking creaks in its haul
You stare down at the water
But it’s nothing but dark below
The first mate’s at the helm
Turning this way and that
Trying to ride the tides
And hold the kraken back
The captain jumped ship
The seas are wide open
You think you’ll finally find your grip
But there’s fog on the horizon
nikki diekemper 