Ships

We resign ourselves, after much thought
in distant reverie under countless glistening twilight
princesses, reflections in the eyes of God.
We stumble through the bramble of ourselves,
shaken by the tempest of the day, that demon squall
somehow we fought with fervor through,
to come back to
this place we used to know.
Now it too is distant,
now we are men
with wrinkles on our souls –
ships forever lost to oceans
only we have seen.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry