our ship finally
grinds to rest
on the rocky beach-
head of true
hopelessness,
we're more than a little
nonplussed
to discover it's
far less depleting
than we'd been led
to suspect.
Turns out,
even despair
feels like
arriving somewhere;
and, tired
and filthy
and hungry
though we are,
we still eagerly
throw the ship
in park and
go explore.
