Cruising

"repent of your repenting... [be] drowned beyond deliverance" - Rumi

My mind extends far like a fishing wire
 
I love to catch thoughts of different shapes and sizes
 
The thrill of embarking from the shore
 
Not knowing if the seas will be calm and deep
 
or rough and rocky
 
My heart sails through the straits
 
My canvas of confidence cutting the wind
 
But one snag can land me in a dire state
 
Failing to sever the line, my yacht gets caught in a swell
 
The sails rip away with the gale and morph into storm clouds
 
Guilt drips from my brow as blood for fast approaching sharks of remorse
 
The timber planks of my home fall unhinged into the soulless tide
 
Every part of me has lost its bearings
 
A mortal gulp of brine obliterates my archipelago dreams,
 
as I sink upward into the anxiety of my poor and arid estate
 
Sand-filled jinn welcome me back to that valley of death something vicious,
 
grinning sourly into my flesh like an abusive parent the tattooed words:
 
"I knew you'd be back"
 
I run to the well...
 
and it's never dry
 
My mind extends far like a fishing wire
 
...but this time my boat's eponym has new meaning