Sailor
.
b
o
y
.
does
.
n
o
t
.
know,
–
–
which
.
direction
.
t
o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
which
.
facets
.
o
f
.
ego,
.
.
h
e
.
.
might
.
b
e
.
willing
.
t
o
.
expose . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ which
facets
.
o
f
.
ego,
.
.
h
e
.
.
might
.
b
e
.
willing
.
t
o
.
expose . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
deep
.
within
.
t
h
e
.
fathoms
.
o
f
.
his
.
young,
–
–
erratic,
–
–
seaward
–
–
soul . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
e
–
–
–
roots
.
o
f
.
tender
.
feelings
.
a
r
e
.
just
.
beginning
.
t
o
.
show . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
.
a
r
e
.
just
.
beginning
.
t
o
.
show:
–
–
–
.
.
.
Will
.
y
o
u
.
stay
.
with
.
h
e
r
.
although
.
y
o
u
r
.
want
.
embraces
.
m
y
.
own ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
Will
.
y
o
u
.
r-e-a-c-h
.
f
o
r
.
the
.
traditional
.
family
.
h
o
m
e
.
even
.
i
f
.
it
.
means,
.
.
y
o
u
r
.
.
yearnings
.
m
u
s
t
.
live
.
alone ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
can
.
b
e
.
difficult
.
I
.
know,
.
.
t
o
.
.
explore
.
t
h
e
.
unpaved
.
roads . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ so
difficult
.
I
.
know,
–
–
when
.
t
h
e
.
red
.
Maserati
.
.
o
f
.
.
your
.
reckless
.
s
o
u
l
.
only
.
wants
.
t
o
.
spin,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
lose
.
control . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
only
.
wants
.
t
o
.
spin,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
lose
.
control
.
u
p
o
n
.
unpaved
.
roads . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
I
.
w
i
l
l
.
wait . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
will
.
wait
.
f
o
r
.
you,
–
–
until
.
t
h
e
.
autumn
.
gold
.
n
o
.
longer
.
holds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ until
.
y
o
u
r
.
smiling
.
e
y
e
s
.
lose
.
t
h
e
i
r
.
amber
.
glow . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ until
.
t
h
e
.
warmth
.
o
f
.
memory,
–
–
grows
.
old . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
grows
.
cold . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
your
.
initial
.
glance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ your
first,
.
tender,
.
tentative
.
touch,
.
.
w
i
l
l
.
.
never
.
pass . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
will
.
forever
.
toss
.
a
n
d
.
tumble,
–
–
upon
.
t
h
e
.
green
.
a
n
d
.
golden
.
grass . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ upon
.
t
h
e
.
green
.
a
n
d
.
golden
.
grass,
.
.
i
n
.
.
the
.
days
.
o
f
.
future
.
passed.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2000 in reflection of a tentative, exploratory, romantic encounter and the resulting mixed feelings of warmth, hope, passion, excitement, loneliness, despair, anxiety, and depression throughout the ups and downs – where I experienced a few wonderful, warming moments of closeness which ended up being much more than offset by the many moments of distance and disengagement. I feel I am happier for at least having had the experience rather than not.