by David Hunter Sutherland

Call me crazy,
(mad with joy)
place this simple heart
languishing in harbor
on frugal ships that
trans-port this soul on
seven year sails and weather torn joints and graying mast,

Aboard where
cupboards creak without sound,
boughs tip with expectation,
and troll through implication
as I open each shore
crazy for life,
(mad with joy)