Epitaph for a Sailor

Content? You never were. You dared
Even the edge of the ocean:
A moment unmoving and exultant where
The cliffside rose into the air,
And down you would plunge

                                Then, suddenly -
As though the waters could not hold you pent -
Burst out triumphantly in arm,
White sails mounting the wind spent
From having wrestled with a god. Content?
One cannot even trust you, lying there.