Tuesday, December 12, 2023

 Sail Far North

   for Farley Mowat


I want to sail far north
where once long ships
were seen where darkness never comes
sailors!

I want to sail far into summer
until those days when sun stands still
then go farther on when days start waning
knowing each day risks more
of over wintering 
never returning

deadly for some
who turned back too late
dangerous for us
who went on
past midsummer's day

lucky we found a river
teeming with fish
so we'd survive if we gave time
for our lives depended
we hunt and fish
make provision 
to overwinter

between knowing and unknowing
sheltered under an upturned boat
how many months could we count
when days are dark
no way to count hours
even minutes drag on

what warmth would we have
with a wall of stones beneath our boat
what oil could we burn
assuming we could light it

stars wheeling above
clear nights in winter 
a blazing moon   
showing far horizons  
fabulous places
where giant creatures
played in moonlight

I want to sail far north
to those far off days
when all those fabled places
had other name



copyright © Dick Russell 
        2014, 2023




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