The Navigator


The navigator always
Knew the bearings.
Right before sunrise,
Look at the brightest stars
Just above the horizon.
Plot the degrees on the chart,
And know where you are,
And where you are going.


But the stars are not simple for him.
They do not guide him.
Uncertain,
The waves carry him.
He drifts where they bid him,
While entirely lost at sea.


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