Alistair McHarg, Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire, August 2010
A Salty Dog
Tattered sails
Swell with breath
My battered boat
Groans and complains
As it’s guided from
Safe harbor to the
Cold and merciless sea
By invisible hands
I am weary of adventures
Scarred from fighting monsters
Hideous ones
Beautiful ones
All I ever wanted was a cat
A hearth, a dram, a meal
A woman who knew how to sew
A roof and wall to guard against
The cruelties of winter
But fate decrees that I am bound
Bound to the mast
Bound to the sea
Whatever rocky coast
Is my new home
I’ll tell my story there
Whatever rocky coast
Is my new home
I’ll tell my story there
Alistair McHarg

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