Across the sea of New Hope, <br />we sail each day <br />avoiding the pinnacles of bad luck <br />as we sail the myriad waves. <br />Each holds the tendrils <br />we clung to yesterday. <br />The wind of change is on us <br />new courses we sail <br />hoping the pinnacles will not sink us <br />as they have done before. <br />We sail on through our day <br />escaping whirlpools that will send us in circles, <br />driving us where confusion lay <br />just above the pinnacles <br />where we must not stray. <br />Land of evening tide is spotted <br />we row into shore <br />finished on the sea of New Hope <br />for another day. <br /> <br />11 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-of-new-hope/
