Starboard Tack

The following night upon twilight,
circles rise in the cerulean sky.
They flicker, flash, and fade before
a standstill wind gathers sudden force.

Our pioneering crew on deck
gains the tailwind, starboard tack.
We come about, full sail ahead.
No land in sight, look to the stars instead
to navigate our wayward way
while sacred creeds and words from psalm are played.

Harmonizing with the ocean’s song,
our Aztec quest for common ground goes on
as answers to questions we’ve known drift along.

(8/1/2017 – The A Train downtown & East River Park Manhattan, New York)

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