Star Charts

The storms are on the ocean.
Rain, squalls, soft breezes
and then the tumult.

I steer by words no less
than the wheel and spinnaker.

Poems, gimbaled like the cook pot,
help keep my small boat from swamping.

At night I dream of a kalimba,
of star charts and island girls
and more poems.

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