All Sailors Swim

by Tucker Lieberman

All sailors swim.
Dawn catches them in waves.
Some think it grim.
They say, afraid of graves,
That men are made for boats.

The captain sails
On currents and the tides,
Avoiding whales'
Great cavernous insides.
With hands and hair he floats.

Some search for smoke
From some volcanic door
That never broke
The surface once before
Yet they are sure it's there.

Just stay awake.
The answer is the choice
That's yours to make,
Each searching sailor's voice
That forms a common prayer.