SAILING
By Andrew Reinbach | May 30th, 2011 | Category: Poetry, Poetry Archive | No Comments »
First we are merely
sailing by stars
that have
always stood before us.
Then we
turn before the wind.
No departure;
we persist in our course
predictable as stars,
the sheets
taut as iron.
And it is all
gone with the night.
The old charts
useless.
No constant
but the changable sea.