casting off
casting away
tin clock
without a face
tells the hour
casting away
for the last time
no way back
clearing the lee shore
through the eye
of a zephyr
sweeping across
sweeping the currents
trimming sail
beneath the dizzying stars
beyond the hours
beyond the days
beyond sight
beyond breath
a mirage of gannets
soaring
plummeting
Thanks for sharing this poem Chris. Slocums last voyage was somewhat of a metaphor for transcending, when everything in the relative world was achieved . Knowing his story, it has strong imaginings for me. The birds are specific points, but the scope is huge. Point and infinity.
Thanks Bill – lovely insight. Perhaps material for a haiku, free-form….