Happy New Year
It was a fine day for sailing –
though far from the wet
I saw windward~ my course
set, no current was I not to
ride...
not one for caution and hide,
even if large waves I would crest
then downward slide, holding
my breath in the trenches, a whale's
tail to take hold of and spin
if all else failed me –
for the New Year holds opportunity
I see, even at my age of physical
debris~ my spirit not dimmed though
many a hapless journey; determined
yet, I will, make attempts at steering
whether tall ship or gurney....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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