the opposite of where he is, that's where he's going.

harry put it simple: "i'll repair the keel"
and continued, "the effort and time it needs are all related–
to your miles at sea, and your time on land".

so i guess i should believe harry,
he's experienced
in these kind of things, although never successful (i add).

the problem is–my trust nestles in nothing
and is shackled to possibility (and some slow verses, maybe).
south south of the equator, east in the Atlantic, you can't sail with no stars
but i better get used to it if that's the way i'm heading.
i can take this, i've charted the doldrums and the horse latitudes enough, to captain this ship.

the only thing i ask is not to linger in a state
where every time is–can be–the last. but beautiful 7 year wood
needs just that to avoid curses and steer clear of sandbanks
that every other route can lead to port, or an equally secure, ship cemetery.