Headwinds

Sometimes though not so often any more I sail on winds of thoughts past distant shore Tacking through the bluster hauling close To use the dimming luster of cliches To come about and run downwind for days Stern lines wrapped around my bracing hips Knee jammed helm a steady push Against the mains'ls drift As all the joys of wilder misspent youth Dance in the tidal racing rips Mysteries unfold from muses tongues of old Spellbound and clinging to the upper gunwhale Leaning further out to feel the ride They keep me balanced in this running tide