#3. Right, at Random.

At dawn, the wind forgot its direction.
The sailboat chose one at random and was right.
The desert crossed the sea wearing the sky’s shoes.
The sailboat complimented them and sailed on.
A wave offered a clock.
The sailboat declined politely.
The mast leaned too far to whisper to a cloud.
The cloud pretended not to hear.
The horizon split in two.
The sailboat stitched it back with a piece of unused rope.
For three hours, the sea flowed uphill.
The sailboat tied a knot of disbelief and kept going.
Night arrived holding a broken compass.
The sailboat accepted it and gave nothing in return.