Sailboat to Nowhere

I'm on a wave tonight
which is not to say that I want to be
(or that I don't).
The moon offers a faint glow,
second-hand rays of light creep across the deck
where they give way to the shadows of the sails.
I'm on a wave tonight
which is not to say that I want to be.
Directional inclinations would be nice
for then I might know which wave
went where
or I could tell...
something.
I don't know.
This stillness is killing me.
How do they expect me to last
these weeks in solitude?
My chains clink in somber answer.
They don't.