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
.
.
d
e
e
p
.
.
within
.
t
h
e
.
fathoms
.
o
f
.
his
young,
.
erratic,
.
seaward
soul . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
e
–
–
–
roots
.
o
f
.
tender
feelings
.
a
r
e
.
beginning
.
t
o
.
show . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
roots
.
o
f
.
tender
feelings
.
a
r
e
.
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
for
.
t
h
e
.
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
around,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
lose
control . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
o
n
l
y
.
wants
.
t
o
.
spin
around . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
o
n
l
y
.
wants
.
t
o
.
spin
around . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
o
n
l
y
.
wants
.
t
o
.
spin
around . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
lose
control . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
u
p
o
n
–
–
–
unpaved
roads . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
.
.
.
I
.
w
i
l
l
.
wait . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
w
i
l
l
.
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, however.