Sea Of New Hope

Across the sea of New Hope, we sail each day avoiding the pinnacles of bad luck as we sail the myriad waves. Each holds the tendrils we clung to yesterday. The wind of change is on us new courses we sail hoping the pinnacles will not sink us as they have done before. We sail on through our day escaping whirlpools that will send us in circles, driving us where confusion lay just above the pinnacles where we must not stray. Land of evening tide is spotted we row into shore finished on the sea of New Hope for another day. 11 October 2009