Dreaming of past encounters,
trying to predict the future,
it is the only way to tack into the wind.
In the meantime the wake closes behind us,
submerges, sinks into darkness,
is swallowed by whales.
so really that past cannot help us now.
Dreaming of past encounters,
watching the past pirouette
through the night sky – light
in retrospect is foresight on the open water.
And what is the open water but an invitation
to follow along on the wind, sailing under
stars, hard and cold in their distance;
the past, the wind, the open water.