At Sea

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I wrote this after spending a pleasant couple of hours socialising with a beautiful lady who might or might not have wanted to take me to bed. She did as it happens (and we had a great time) but I remember the mix of desire, caution, optimism, doubt, and uncertainty that came before.

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I am at sea.

I do not know the tides,

Or winds that blow here.

I cannot read the weather,

Nor the waves,

And I’ve no chart.

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I sail on slowly then,

Double watch in the tops,

Sails three-reefed

Anchor roped and free,

And always heed,

The leadsman’s call.

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She tempts me, this ocean,

With depths unplumbed,

Exotic isles,

And treasure for the brave.

Somehow always just,

Beyond the horizon.

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I sign the log, and rise.

Once more on deck

I glance to the sky,

For a sign.

A quirk of eyebrow?

Yet I am still at sea.

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