this will be easy,
she thought,
and unfurled her sails

she caught winds from
every direction,
and never quite knew
where she was going,

and when she found
herself run aground,
she breathed a sigh,
took in the tatters,
and determined that
she would stay ashore

the sun was warm
she found shelter
and nourishment enough
to last through
long seasons

she was content to
spend her days dozing,
mulling over those
long-passed storms

until her eyes caught
on a glint on the horizon
distant and vague and
perhaps just a figment
of her imagination

but irresistible
and so she drew the
tattered sails again
and went forth
into a soft gale
chest fluttering