The sparkling stars shone bright above as endless
waves rocked my creaky vessel lost out at sea.
My ship’s sails grew holes, whipped by the
battering wind for what felt like an eternity.
With no land in sight and still holding
my smashed compass in my shaking hand,
I had no choice but to beg the fish, the birds,
the night sky to guide me to solid land.
I read the constellations and the moon
to point me in a fortuitous direction.
“How do I get home?”—I begged the currents and
the winds for answers to my desperate question.
Then, at last, in the distance, the hazy,
moonlit shape of a mountain came into view,
and from my faraway ship, faintly, I heard
a flute play—Nova, I could swear it was you.
I sailed closer, moored my vessel, leaped
into the shallow water, and ran to th
