NAVIGATING BY BRAILLE - Poem
NAVIGATING BY BRAILLE
(copyright 2013, by Dave Kiffer)
I ford this stretch by ferry
A flat-bottomed spoon of a boat
A short hop on the descendant
of the same broke-back water
Which so challenged Grandpa
Not this narrow stretch, of course,
But the storm-tossed general sea
That pushed his urge to probe
Each rock pocked blank chart shore
As if he chose to navigate by Braille
I remember that as I watch
Two ravens gamboling above,
Rising off the water in a narrow
Fly speck of circular ascension
Wings whipping together until
They stop, and drop, as one
Playing chicken with the earth,
But only for an instant, as if suddenly
Afraid of an air empty of beating
Wings, then flapping sharply higher
To do it again
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