New to the Sea

New to the Sea

Unfurling my sail in a cloudless sky,

While mist brooding on surface lingers near,.

Now heard is the echoing cuckoos’ cry,

Some might determine this is cause to fear,

An omen discarded, yet why, instead,

Trust in an ill wind blowing before storm,

There on horizon rises crescent head,

Thrusting through as black beacon, does transform,

This salubrious morning, full of cheer,

Now wallows in doldrums as pigs in sty,

Who wait for the knacker, who they should fear,

As I wait without breeze, I wonder why,

A sailor would I be while day is warm,

When no air is moving to fill nor spread,

The unfurled sail raised above platform,

Why should such dream have filled this foolish head.