SHIP LOG PAGE 1915
Over two months at sea, friendship
of land abandoned, it seems, sailing
at mercy of elements whales, porpoise
our only friends, living in a circle
of horizon, center of the circus tent
painted astronomy on canvass
we play to the pleasure of distance
audience laughter, jeers, surprise
ridicule, can we out do earlier attempts
spend life to earn applause, turn
our backs on learning for bobbles
coffers full, our hold of cargo destined
for an end, Port of Call beyond the bend.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
October 16, 2015