On friendly breeze
Which powers me
Hold the tiller fast
As grey gulls surf
The unseen wave
Leeward of the mast
And I at peace
In my dead reckoning
Far between the harbours
Of duty and burden
Riding the tide of release
Hold the tiller fast
As grey gulls surf
The unseen wave
Leeward of the mast
And I at peace
In my dead reckoning
Far between the harbours
Of duty and burden
Riding the tide of release
But for the gulls
Soaring with graceful ardour
Placid amidst the tumult
No matter
The beauty
Remains the same
In the yin and yang
Of it all
It is all the same
A narrow draft
‘Tween reef and land
One red one green
The channel marked
At night
Her light
Bright green
Is seen
Green on the port
To find the port
Green to starboard
Then sail the seas
Sometimes
I realize
The magic of its light
Most days
It rises, it sets
Another day gone by
But today
It’s magic
And so am I
And I
Reflecting
Alone
In my thoughts
With nary
A care
But for the beauty
Of it all
Moving forward, sometimes
Requires stepping backward
To reconnoitre
To reconsider
To recenter on the here and now
So the paths to possible others
May emerge