swifty@fluke.UUCP (steve swift) (09/13/84)
Here is a poem given to me by a good friend who wishes to remain
anonymous.
MORTALITY
I am no more than anyone
who sails past destiny.
My wind is time,
my sails are dreams,
my anchor, mortality.
The dance is fleet
the step wary--
I cast in my foot and lot,
that some small step I may
render motionless
in humanity.
The tide is more than any
mark on the void called horizon.
It lives, it moves, it circles,
worrying my sails.
Now I sight the shore
between the moon and eternity:
I stop short,
My craft too light
for this solemn celebration.
--
Steven Swift (206) 356-5278
John Fluke Mfg. Co.
P.O. Box C9090 Everett WA 98206
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