in the wind (i twist)

but
give up the Past?
no, nor would i    but o
                     to travel 
        tacking back close 
   into the wind
returning other then 
                         in daydreams

i must retreat from these 

thoughts 

and patch my tattered main
and stitch my sorry life back to-
                              get-
                                her again,
weathering this with-hering weather
                             (if such can be 

done)

       look forward cabenga, toward jeruselem
       let this wind fill your sails and never
look back at me, 
       warfed as salt on the edge of the sea
       but rather, spinnaker billowing, wind at the back, 
       run with the wind 

& sail on.