Climb down

Climb down                                                                                       
 
Climb down from the crow’s nest,
its queasy, exaggerated susceptibility
 
to every roll and sway.
Secure yourself below
 
the water line, go for broke,
all or nothing, ready to drown.
 
The head is a precarious perch,
a tiny bucket of fear
 
with a false perspective.
Climb down
 
into the heart, fearless heart;
rest in the ship’s deep, hollow, oak-ribbed hold.
 
O child of God, worry is a lack –
of heart-sense and faith in God.