Afloat

When hammers
Are your greatest comfort
And  hunger is the only answer
You get when questions
Sprout unbidden

Make a raft of words

And then cling to it

As the waves tug at your

Dangling legs

Your tired arms

Grab bits of flotsam

And weave them together

As seagulls cry overhead

Though they are never enough

Fasten them well

Love them into

Golden thread

That binds together the

Discord of your

Mad voyage