H.M.S. Resolution

 

Buoyed by virtue, I
surge forth, prow high.
Swells I will overtop,
fear not.

                Behold,
I am confident in grace.
To hell's own latitude I will chase
the imps of morning
that thought to torture me
in bed,

              till none remain,
and I come about, triumphant,
seas reclaimed,
for good to sail in peace
on friendly water.

August 8 2020