How we stand sometimes depends upon our familiarity with our environment.

Stance

The sailor stands upon the heaving deck,
Immovable his stance against the pitching sea,
While I hold railings on the watery wreck,
Unsure my rubber legs can carry me.

But when upon the land we stand,
The sailor’s legs still pitch and roll,
And I? I have become a stable man
To take my lady on a Sunday stroll.

 

Sally Plumb
Cute.

nimal dunuhinga
Perfect picture you drew! We're belong to land Mermaids?

Raj Arumugam
the lines are absolutely sturdy! A marvelous poem, Don.

PrEmJi PrEmJi
a strong write...

Lorena
stick to shore then, sailing is over-rated! :)

sonetta
sturdy legs and an eloquent tongue...now that's the man! :)

Chaos1214
I like it. You're always at your best on your own home turf : )