Asphodel

How I wish I could sail
to that fabled land
where otters frolic
and even the trees
murmur poetry
in French.
But I am ice-bound,
caught, for now,
in this frozen harbor.
We must be where we are.
Still, spring beckons;
soon, the sea will be free.
Unlikely as it may seem,
anything is possible
for a pirate
with a passport
on a mission.
  - mce