A Slight Chop

It would not have mattered at all
if I had been  known, unknown,
or mildly known — evil or good or, 
typically human,
mixed and befuddled —
no matter at all.  I still
would have ended up as I have.

I’m today and every day
thankful, in motion still
but no longer restless,
splayed like foam atop
a slight chop 
just beyond sight of land,

thankful because on a latter day
after all the usual questions
were supposed to be
over and settled, I looked into
your damn fine eyes
and understood that questions
are only over and settled once 
in anyone’s life.  I wasn’t there yet,
still am not there, 
not planning on getting there soon
and certainly don’t want
to get there alone.