Que sera sera

I face a hurricane out in the middle
of the ocean,
huge terrible waves sway the ship,
lightening occasionally flashes above
to interrupt complete darkness,

It is raining

wild thunder rages from a distance,
strong winds blow fiercely
pulling at my coat

And I--
standing at the edge
of this sinking ship--
with gritted teeth,
a wet cigar hanging on my lips

eyes ablaze,
stare at this daunting scene
Unafraid