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Words unendowed
Hold no power to express
Any divine throb so bestowed.
What sparkling draught
Fights for attention before me?
I dare not turn my gaze…
I would surely lose this knot –
Twining vision with elastic soul.
The painful grasp constricts,
Yet foresight knows that afterward
I’ll not be whole.

But it is already gone – alas!
Dig in the rudder! Shore-up the mast!
Hard about! Sail on into the void!
I clamor and claw at the wheel…
But the elusive current still escapes me,
And the wind is as indifferent
as the water that parts before my keel.

©1997 Carl Pecinovsky

Publication History:

• First Published in the Poetic Hours, spring 2005.