Nice. I like this quite a lot. I relate quite a lot as well, being in my 40's. Interesting thought: I'm an English teacher, AP is my specialty, and so as I was reading your poem I had my critical voices in my head and all the time I'm thinking, "This is not a professional poet" (presumptuous of me, I realize--I don't know if you are or not) but regardless this is not a poem in an anthology or even in The New Yorker or something like that. So I'm looking at it as a draft out there for response, but I wondered, after reading it and liking it, what would my response have been if it had been in an anthology or in the New Yorker or in some other publication that validated it before I had a chance to make my personal decision about it? Would I have liked it more, even loved it, have shared it with my students because I was not trying to prove my worth as a critic? I'm rambling. But it's the end of the school year and all. Regardless, all this is just to say (isn't that the opening to a William Carlos Williams' poem?) that I did appreciate your poem, liked the imagery and the truth of it and the effective line breaks that kept challenging my logical sense...liked it. I wonder just a tad about that pirates part--a bit forced, contrived? Anyway, good work. I could easily imagine it being in an anthology but probably not in The New Yorker because it's not obscure enough.