compass

the tyranny of the waves is unjustified,
I know.
and occasionally against the odds
I have made it through to those lands
where ripened sweets tempt out
the notion that I did it alone.

but the squall gets more ferocious
the further away from home we navigate.

this little boat,
a smidgen attempt at craftsmanship
to prove my infallibility at waterlogging
is going to get sunk
without knowing precisely how
to steer clear and pry left of the
sea monsters awaiting my approach.

please, be my compass
to shower me with the intellect to get
this map lined up to those stars
and righteous way forward.

I am certain, you see,
of the need for such.