Quo Vadis?Muscles ripple through gleaming skinBeads form and sweat tricklesDown a furrowed brow.Each move shows the acheIn the overstretched sinewFrom the strain of the oarAnd the burden of your toilsWhat keeps you going, traveler?What heartache pumps your blood?What keeps you rowing, sailor?What siren tugs your towline?Where do you wander, nomad?What destination beckons?Published in GloMag October…