Copyright 2020 by Kenneth Van Camp, all rights reserved.
Upon one shore the sun escapes me
While on the other the moon overtakes me.
The wind, in such a hurry this afternoon
Has slowed to an amble in the autumn gloom.
So we carry on, my sailboat and me
No real destination, just wandering free.
A little bow chuckle, a little stern wake
Propels me on to the shore of the lake.
Today I choose downwind, let the sails run free
Stern to the tailwind, unapologetically.
No need to follow the moon or the sun
The course is my own, the race lost is won.
