The Keel

Tonight we cast our nets  
In foreign waters  
Now we are new  
Tomorrow we’ll belong  
Then the sea'll tug and pull  
Time to be gone  
  
So, let’s  
Kiss the nymphs  
Meet the crabs  
In their bucket games  
Feel their stabs  
  
Our plans are small  
But they are spread  
A thousand ports  
Before we are dead

Image: Sailing off Gloucester (ca.1880) by Winslow Homer.