Salt

My admiralty ends here,
Of offices and titles deposed.
Worn out clothes that no longer fit.

The cell door lies open.
By light and warmth caressed,
But I still wouldn't know to smile.

I admire the boats on the horizon
Carrying me away without leaving,
Pleased by their distances
Allowing me to be as small
As I now need to be.

Undefined are the state of things
Amidst an ocean of possibilities.