Uncertain... I'm aboard the boat... my sail up.
I'm brightened by the fleeting gusts of wind
that leave quicker than they came.
Moving me about a painstakingly uneventful broad circle periodically
nudged by resolute bodies of ice.
Confused. I feel that Tommy understands.
I would prefer to move. I'm apprehensive.
These brief manifestations of minute movement
have me questioning so much.
Is there something here for me?
Some matter I must master... mandatory for the imminent path ahead...
lest my sails be filled?
I will wait.