I’m glad they stayed in Gloucester with their whores and their ale

I hope they can find life on land

and hope

and home

and meaning in their lover’s eyes

and purpose in the stars

Me, I chose duty and storms and miles of black desolate water

because I’ve had the whores

and the ale

and I was happy once in some small inn

near Richmond

The waves are too much

for this unmanned brig

and God is smiling at me with his black crooked teeth

I never stopped looking

I wish I had stayed