Jaya Jivika Rajani PO ’17

Castaway

 

To cast away your turbulence:

enclose in one cast-iron chest

and bury deep on a deserted island.

 

Never to be found,

never to be heard from again,

until –

thoughts run aground,

as your bow uncertainly touches down?

 

Uncharacteristic of the moontide,

shallow waters now,

suddenly abound…

 

Water rushes up the floorboards,

roiling,

creaking,

valves strictly leaking.

 

You dove into the deep

but now come up crawling,

Gulping mouthfuls of sand.

 

You try to push,

wish to sink down steadfastly,

but land comes up under your feet.

A new addition to the mental cartography.

 

The island, you see, is no longer in the distance,

but right there at the end of your telescope.

 

Looming larger.

 

Stagnant.

 

What then can you do but pick up anchor

(the one that had dropped but never stuck

and chose to drift languidly in the wake),

throw out the carefully charted course

(that was meant to skirt and smart

but declare disorientation it did not!)

and, in directionless pursuit,

set sail and head on.

 

The weather is changeable,

and the captain’s mast far from resolute,

still

be it writhe with serious, stormy substance,

or brineful of fizzy, foamy nothings –

“aye, never mind how the water be,”

he said –

with the smirk of a sailor,

and a face turned up to adventure –

“…there is certainly a discovery

waiting to be made

on the other side

of the blue

deep

sea.”