Despairing For Anchors

where have you gone
you golden-haired wonder
diviner of mysteries
parter of seas?
were they not enough:
the blue, weeping masses
the quivering faithful
disconsolate trees?
or were you betrayed
by the folly of longing
misplaced adoration
the erosion of ease?
and now with the flotsam
you’ve jettisoned hope
despairing for anchors
lost by degrees.
(for joshua)