The Novice Navigator
Only in August moon boundaries
rise high above the
pride of lions ,
out on the dusty
veld,they turn their
heavy heads
toward
southern stars ,
Alarmed,
the novice navigator
reads
his runes again,
hunched low
under
the barren crags
at dawn he steels himself
against
the
summer rain,
Thunder rolls
along
his weary spine
as he defines
his journey's
end.
Blossoms burst
and
twist up to the moon
thirsting for the rain
that ends so soon
and as we all must
struggle through the day,
the novice
navigator
finds his way.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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