Sailing close to the wind
There are always omens, signs
warnings like the old red sky
in the morning. Like the time I told
you I was not a good swimmer;
it was in December. Now it’s April
and my feet alone only take me
so many yards from the shore.
It’s a habit of mine, sailing
close to the wind. The worst
that can happen is the ship will
tip you into the sea by Spring. If I
drown paddling back to you, don’t think
of it as failure, but as courage.
Part two of three. See part one here.