Thursday, October 1, 2015

Sail Boats Forever

Dr Abe V Rotor

Sailboats in acrylic, AVRotor c. 2004

What a crude game, you may say, 
Of my ancestors’ sailboats catching
The breeze, docking the gusts,
Edging the rocks, sans compass
Or sextant, map and telescope.

What prize is at stake? Not a trophy. 
Yet the instinct craves for a prize
Like in The Old Man and the Sea;
A prize he found, mindless of people,

Who saw nothing of his adventure.

Let the sailboats play in the wind

And water, let alone an old boat 
At rest, sitting on rock like an old man,

Standing guard over the young, who too, 
Shall someday play the same old game.

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