Sixty-one surveys the rocky shore,
Intent on landing somewhere safe and sound.
X's on a map show nothing more
Than places where a ship might run aground.
Yet time moves on, and harbor must be found.
One never can know whither one is bound,
Nor what the fate one chooses has in store,
Ever till one's ship the next point rounds.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Lacrima D'esperide. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the
Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.
