Slocum sets sail in bright sun as morning star fades and blue azure deepens background sky where soft, white clouds drift by like a passing breeze or a kite on strong wind currents.
Time weaves in and out like thoughts interacting with dreams and moments of haste and stillness. Ports and shores come and pass like fleeting encounters. Sickness stirs and wakens inner sight- a sentinel guard and night watcher waits on empty deck till light resumes evening star.
'Hail Cape Horn' the rollers shout. A world is spinning round about- an ocean journey tears the soul.... inside as years roll.
Sand dunes glisten lost shores and cities seen at high tides vanish into haze and rain-blaze sky.
Homeward stretch is near or far in state of mind. A morning star is high as Slocum guides the wheel to anchor point. The rope is off the side as motion ends and journey folds. The star that leads to Westward Sun is bright and one.
Last Edit: Jun 18, 2023 14:41:54 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers