There are sailors who panick in the middle of oceans
where life seems small and insignificant.
No birds anymore to remind them of solid ground.
The horizon never gets nearer.
There are sailors going mad when they realize
the bottoms of ships are just a few inches thick.
Beneath them is darkness well beyond measure deep into the Earth,
above them with staring blackness the whole universe watching.
Some even jump ship because there is no greater fear
than being lost on a rolling vessel never to reach port.
The only way to escape is the embrace of the waves,
to feel part of the world minutes before drowning.