And may the wind be at my back

1.–– I’m manning the weather helm of a great ship;

a mighty square-rigger beating southward into heavy seas,

but the ship is pointing true, stalwart and weatherly.

Of course I’m dreaming.

Earlier, in calmer waters, two horses had been executed

and thrown overboard to lighten the load for to catch the wind

in the grip of the breathless Horse Latitudes upon the deep Sargasso.

I might have met your acquaintance. 

Maybe you're an “old salt” like me.

Disclaimer:

I’ve never steered a ship, not even a smack, not

even an inflatable in the shape of a porpoise, floating

upon the plank of water in a backyard above ground wading pool.

2.–– Let's scan the morning papers for points of interest,

watch televised news events spinning on a blood-thirsty loop,

and write things down to juice-ip the process of continuation.

Somedays, could be Heaven;

Somedays, "H" "E" double hockey sticks.