Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Dead Reckoning There’s a gold weather-vane – a galleon – catching the sun on the sea-green copper spire of Sankt Johannes, not a cloud in the sky, the ship as if becalmed. I try to recall the currents, compass errors and storms that took me off course, asking whether, and for how long one’s initial bearing lasts. But on a windless day like this the fifteen-metre waves the broken mast the ice-jammed pully-block are long forgotten and it seems one…