nirgal
05-22-2004, 02:54 PM
Posted by a Sailorman I met with more water under his keel than I'll ever see....
Back Bearings
Hyannis is a sailors' harbor with a church spire
To guide the tired navigator home from the old channel
East of Egg Island, home past the Fiddlehead
And home behind the shoals off Harbor Bluff.
But I am rowing through life, looking back to find my way
And the spire guides me south south east
Away from the home and hazards of shore
To the simpler hazards and home of sea.
Rowing is the art of back bearings,
Of the past as guide through where we've been before
And a straight course to the unknown.
If we're to keep the stroke, our glimpses ahead
Are but brief saturations
Of our sensitive peripheral sight of indirection
:)
Back Bearings
Hyannis is a sailors' harbor with a church spire
To guide the tired navigator home from the old channel
East of Egg Island, home past the Fiddlehead
And home behind the shoals off Harbor Bluff.
But I am rowing through life, looking back to find my way
And the spire guides me south south east
Away from the home and hazards of shore
To the simpler hazards and home of sea.
Rowing is the art of back bearings,
Of the past as guide through where we've been before
And a straight course to the unknown.
If we're to keep the stroke, our glimpses ahead
Are but brief saturations
Of our sensitive peripheral sight of indirection
:)