"Land Ho"

Life is like a sailing ship 

without the pirates playing dice 

with your life, hypothetically, 

awaiting their chance for real 

over every horizon except
the one with land on it. 

Better go back? No.
I am reliably informed
this ship don't sink. 

So batten down the mizzen mast 
if you've got one, and like, like,
like the cut of jib you cast forth
into the frothing churn of seas
that feels so good, 

subjectively. Jut ahoy! Steer 
fair by sextant and stars, cut 
the waves at an angle, 

split the difference 

and who knows? Plow into some 
friendly, unexpected port 
smiling. "Good Luck Jack" 
maybe they'll call you there

it helps 

if you claim that's a name 
of yours, matey

maybe