'Haven't you started yet? ' br 'The ship is still in yard', He said. br 'Her maiden voyage? ' br 'Yes it is', He replied. br br RMS TITANIC, br Flashed in my mind, br For some reason, br Not while hitting an iceberg, br Not as the unsinkable ship sinking; br Just the name of that ill-fated ship, br Flashed across the sea of my mind... br br Was this foreboding? br Or a game played, br By my selective memory? br Never could I know, br Nor could I ask him, br To defer his voyage... br br Tough is a mariner's job, br Its security, a major concern, br Risking life, he surrenders to the sea, br To make a living. br br Ah, my insecurities! br I muffled the scream within, br And continued...