Into The Seas

Tied up, twisted, eyes like coals still glowing in the ashes of
A ruin, Ahab lifts up to the clearness of the morn his splintered
Helmet and brow. This glad, this happy air, this winsome sky
At last seems almost to dissolve the canker it had beaten in
His heart. The cruel, step-mother world now throws affectionate
Arms around that stubborn neck. Old Ahab drops a tear into the
Sea. How does the vast Pacific hold such wealth as that one drop?