A child knelt, sanding the aft of her toy boat in a shabby yard, dreaming of sailing away—captaincy!

The oceans, however, proved cruel: stern beating, scull battering.

Clutching fatigued sandpaper, she drifted towards unknown harbors,
sinking in a wave of years, her callous old hands surrounded by dust, rudderless.

Ralph Bossingham is a Music Therapist, English Teacher, and a compulsive maker of things.