Sail Boats Forever

Dr Abe V Rotor

Sailboats in acrylic, AVR c. 2004

What a crude game, you may say, 

Of my ancestors’ sailboats catching 

The breeze, docking the gusts, 

Edging the rocks, sans compass 

Or sextant, map and telescope. 

What prize is at stake? Not a trophy. 

Yet the instinct craves for a prize 

Like in The Old Man and the Sea; 

A prize he found, mindless of people. 

Who saw nothing of his adventure. 

Let the sailboats play in the wind 

And water, let alone an old boat 

At rest, sitting on rock like an old man, 

whose time has come but not his aim, 

Still on guard over the young, who too, 

Shall someday play the same old game. ~