The Curse of Fog
THE CURSE OF FOG
The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was wearing,
Before we had time
To fix our bearing :
A last glimpse of lighthouse far,
Final sighting of the dog star.
We groped forward slowly together -
No one to recuse, nor rescue.
With only hope blind to tell us
To make efforts at beating,
And faith hesitant
In the tiller and sheeting;
But secure in the Captain’s swearing
And his judgment unerring.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
NOTE
This nautical poem uses words like “wear”, “beat” and “sheet”,
which tell sailors what is happening. The poem can be read
as a simple sea-story; or as a story of life’s bigger issues.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2017
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