It Is Not The Port That Matters Now
we are boats
born with rudders
and paddles cast
out to sea,
we are never
destined to
stay in ports
we are designed
to sail on high seas
to conquer storms
to be out on some
horizons to be lost
and dissolve in
distances to be
somewhere
always somewhere
until we are
nowhere to be found
it is not the port
that gives us glory
it is not the trade
of gold and spices
it is not the breaking
of champagne bottles
that proclaims our
greatness
behold, it is
not the unsinkability
of ourselves
in truth it is the
final drowning
of our captains
the submerging
ofour bodies
to the deepest of
the trenches where
we abstract the
real essence of
this journey
poem by Antonio Liao
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