The disciple

It is the knowing right from wrong
and how long it takes to make
the distinction.

When you walk in dead men’s shoes
losing track of time
what was and no longer is
becomes forever mine.

I only touch on truths by chance
they usually stay well hidden,

but when I set my mast
to sail across some vast expanse
the truth is plain to see,
the sea
knows me more than
I know myself.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.