Time had paved
for me to follow by sun and stars.
Whether eyes
misread the signs or feet betrayed me
All the skies
my palms enclosed led far out to sea.
THE SAILOR'S STORY
1
Evenings on cobbled streets
leading down to the wharves
Where boys matched oars with men,
straining pride and muscle
Their boats nosing the wind
to catch the next tide's run.
But it was not fish food
I hungered for, or proof