Starving to Celebrate By ERIKA BEAVER

Starving to Celebrate

By ERIKA BEAVER

The sun is rising over

The mountains somewhere,

Like a sub marine

Coming to the surface,

For the first time in months.

The light is blinding

To the young sailors,

But at the same time

They are relieved,

After being submerged

In the depths

Of the never-ending

Ocean, disconnected

From reality.

They anxiously await

Their arrival to the

Port, that will provide

Solid ground beneath

Their feet, and

Fresh air to breathe.

Starving to celebrate

Their arrival to land,

The sailors quickly

Clean up and prepare

To hit the town.