The Morrow

Ten thousand destinations  and a hundred seas to sail,  but every seaman’s story  is a cautionary tale,  so keep an eye on the horizon,  a hand upon the rail,  and pray the stars will  guide us till the morrow.  Ten thousand destinations -  so far we've called at three,  and the standing order is  triangulate repeatedly,  but a port is still a port,  and between their swirls a sea,  so I pray the night will  finally find the morrow.  Ten thousand destinations,  a hundred thousand storms,  then a day or two bad weather  while the wind and waves reform  before they rush from every angle  in an angry, howling, swarm,  through which I pray and pray to  somehow see the morrow.  Ten thousand destinations,  though some say even more,  but I've seen enough to verify  the ancient seaman’s lore:  The sun may rise and set  for those that stay upon the shore,  but at sea it is the prayers  that bring the morrow.