Captain's* Prologue

Poem By Werner Schmidt

A prologue is optional.
A Captain's* Prologue is mandatory
if one wants to take one's readers
in orbits around this little universe
filled with strange interstellar stuff
but mostly space.
You know -
that nothing.

This collection will never feel complete.
Perhaps because it is my first
and one of a number of virginities
I've lost in recent years.
Maybe because I keep waiting
for approval from The Impossibles
even after surrendering these paper planes
to the winds of public opinion.

Have I given myself sufficient permission
to play with these poems
and to
patch my wounded ship -
with images -
mid-voyage?

Please let me be mid-voyage?
So much I still want to do.

One of the things I love about writing
and poetry, in particular
is that it is both inspired by and part of
my life -
a snake eating itself.

Anyway.

Time for some bare feet and guitar.
Let me sing songs for all seasons
in our backyard sandbox with you -
my lovelies.
Let's watch bubbles, birds and planes
until they disappear.

*The Captain is also a passenger (another snake eating itself)

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