Sail Your Bones

The rudder goes under water.
The anchor goes even deeper.
You don’t want them up in the light.

You want them down in wet, in mud,
Under the shadow of your craft,
If you want them to do you good.

You could be the sunniest ship
Ever sailed the pleasantest seas,
But you’d do well to keep your tools

Of purpose and stability
Underneath you, down in the dark,
To sail your bones over the sharks.