I’ll Go East

I am wanderlust.

Never settled,
there is no dust
upon my helmet.

My forefathers,
yearned westward
in their longboats,
with Odin’s blessing.

Disconnected,
the American
in me
can make no measure
of the vast sea
and her hidden treasures.

Yet, the elders call to me.

They wish me to sail,
bound in furs,
to learn her well.

Learn the wake,
learn the waves,
learn the sea,
to earn their praise.

They sailed west,
I’ll go east,
and meet my elders
in-between
to win my plate

for

Valhalla’s Feast.

©️ Obol, 2018.

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