As New Pilgrims
As New Pilgrims
Captainless,
but with a solid rudder and hull,
we took our turns at the tiller,
those out on the rail repeating
orders on trim to the mid-deck
who, in turn, yelled back
to the helmsman when to steer
up into the needling gale.
We knew exactly why we were going
and precisely where we were headed,
even as our charts were old and inexact,
leaving much to imagination and luck
