following fish

I said goodbye to my sanity today
I could not keep it and still love you
for following you was never a rational thing.

So I keep stowing away on ships
talking to the silent fish
and leaving a blood trail for them to follow.

To drain my heart overboard daily
I must drink the sea to replenish it,
one can get used to a mouth of salt.

And one can get used to the unbalanced
waves, the lighted and slippery prow,
laughing into a storm.

One can get used to a face of water
a diet of biscuits, shivering
with wind and sail. Insanity

is not a voyage I am scared of.
I fear instead staying on the shore
and forgetting you.