The ordinary voyage

 Plain foolery had been the last resort 

in our long struggle to stay on the page

until we dropped our anchor at the port.

Had we been wiser there’d have been report

of our good deeds, and no word of our rage;

plain foolery had been the last resort 

to find true shelter. We could not disport

with any comrades of a proper age

until we dropped our anchor at the port.

We had no choice but to fall very short 

of any honest option to engage,

plain foolery had been the last resort 

of our engagement. We could not abort

shouts of alarm at the absence of courage, 

until we dropped our anchor at the port.

So here we are, unjudged by any court,

but with an urgent need to be offstage.

Plain foolery had been the last resort 

until we dropped our anchor at the port.