i have drifted down a ways along the shoreline,
i just watched these ropes give way
where they were tied.
i could have reached out quick when the ropes first
slipped, if i had tried,
but i was wondering where the wind was trying to take me
overnight, if i never did resist, and
what strange breezes make a sailor want to
let it come to this,
with lines untied, slipping through my fist.
david wilcox