Sail

For a time, we harbor…

we live among our own, in

bounds of law and whims of culture.

There are mores and norms and rituals to

observe, for we believe that God inhabits them.

In the teaching of children lies the distillation of our

substance. A learned scrutiny will reveal our absolutes. Yet,

there is a means of measured anarchy in the heart of the awakened.

We church ourselves along until we are called away to sail the curve of

the blue earth broiling in the first sun. We only spoke of horizons then.

Now,

in

quite small numbers and out through the narrow channel,

we are navigating ’round a new world.

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