Unfurled, my canvas tightens,
taut and rigid in the strength
of a gale force wind. Beginning
and ending with the gusts
prevailing, sailing into the waters,
uncharted and unsure. It is purely
the epitome of self-sufficiency;
this proficiency so star-guided
provides me with the direction I crave.
In it, I am saved, a navigator of
life's currents. Wave after wave,
I am coaxed toward shore, for sure
more open waters await me.
My sole journey continues undeterred
taut and rigid in the strength
of a gale force wind. Beginning
and ending with the gusts
prevailing, sailing into the waters,
uncharted and unsure. It is purely
the epitome of self-sufficiency;
this proficiency so star-guided
provides me with the direction I crave.
In it, I am saved, a navigator of
life's currents. Wave after wave,
I am coaxed toward shore, for sure
more open waters await me.
My sole journey continues undeterred
Walt
Beautiful imagery. Thank you so much for this!
ReplyDeleteHow ironic to read "Sail" on this freezing cold winter day!
ReplyDeleteCelebrated family day here in Ontario with a movie and dinner. Went to a restaurant that uses big sheets of brown craft paper for table cloth. They provide a cupful of crayons. I drew a sketch of a sail boat captained by a "poet"--caption read "Go sailing!" Forgot to say which "great lake"!
Patricia