My Testimony part 4: Mothax
[Here’s a link to the playlist on YouTube]
“Mothax” is the last installment of My Testimony. I wish ‘Mothax’ were a pretty word, but it’s sort of just not. I love it though. Step-brother, half-breed, one foot in, one foot out. Kind of belongs anywhere, fully belongs nowhere. Yeah, that still feels pretty true.
I feel like I belong in the SS Mothax on my travels. I feel at home when I’m at sea, to put it like that. For me now the call is to stay in my life, in my body, in my surroundings, and also stay on the journey to learn and become what I am.
It’s Easter today, and Easter is about life. I’ll indulge myself by posting a poem that hasn’t stopped being lovely to me since I learned it in third grade.
“I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over”