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The Sextant

I met a young sailor (well at least he used to be);
he’d grown up by the water and then left it for the sea.
I asked him what it’s like to be surrounded by
a waterscape extending, blending to the sky:
Do you feel free, or do you just feel lost,
wanting to escape something so monotonous?
He said it’s all in how you view the angles...

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... between the sun and the horizon
we can gauge our position,
and ‘neath the moon and the stars
we can come to know where we are.

I set off with the sailor, we joined courses for a while.
He showed me navigation, and I played to see him smile.
He pointed out the signs – I saw stars in his eyes –
myths in constellations, ancient stories in the skies.
And I felt free, and yet I still felt lost,
so many shades of blue came in waves and gave me pause.
I thought the view was in all the angles...

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I parted with the sailor, he would not return with me.
His legs might be on land, but his heart’s still out to see.
He asked me what it’s like to be surrounded by
family and friends, house and land and sky.
Do you feel free, or do you lose yourself
giving up the helm to be tied to someone else?
I said it’s all in how you view the angles... 

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