The Blind Sailor. A poem.

From one moment to the next, I am a transient in time; seeking eternal mystery, enigmatic and sublime. Mired and overblown is me, a windward sailor seeks beyond Creusa and Medea, his fabled Golden Fleece. So forgive me if I hurt you, for I know not what I do. Forgive the misbegotten sailor, who turnsContinue reading “The Blind Sailor. A poem.”