Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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EPILOGUE O. 3

Now as I was free and lazy under the mango tree
fruit falling for my needs, counting the years
that have already dropped, passed into archives
of memory, all that I have left undone, rose up
to meet me, agenda for the months to come
my imploring letter to my uncle, almost sixty years ago
“please take me with you as cabin boy” to sail
across the Pacific to Tahiti, unknown, naïveté blinding
youth to the dangers and risks of life, unleashed fury
of nature, hurricane winds, cavernous, unrelenting waves
that whine and growl from the belly of the sea.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/01/2013