Helping her with her knots, I spread my sails in her storm, put up the clamp, put up my mast, the clamp on it. I put down her lines, keeping my trust in them -- in the storm before dark. We anchor and watch our different ropes move back toward our last turn in the water. We time them together against the breakers. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES ON RECEIPT OF A RARE PIPE by W. H. B. LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP A THOUGHT FROM SCHILLER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN JOB THE WHITE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |