August 12

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Never a direct course
so not unlike a sail

we turn up
the wind shifts

and then we must fall off
but always arrive

an evening shore
a sky open like arms

and unlike a sail
it’s such joy

to be
becalmed

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6 Comments

  1. “to be becalmed” – how really love this line in a great poem. And so true it is “Never a direct course” but somehow the course may lead us to that place where we become becalmed. 🙂

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