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Clearing
by Jim MooreIt has taken this long--a gap in the sky
That shows us all is not gray,
A set of showery sails setting course for a salty sea.
There's a foul weather captain up there somewhere,
Pointing back at us with a finger of light
And turning the wheel homeward,
Pulling behind him that yellow slicker hue--
The deepening swell of blue
That washes over us in his wake.
08/21/2008 Posted on 08/21/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Moore
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/21/08 at 09:59 PM This certainly grabs one who sailed before and the words capture it well. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/22/08 at 02:19 AM I love the symbolism you've incorporated into this poem, Jim , especially the last line. I have spray in my face and my lips are chapped. I also like the title fot its subtle ambiguity. Good stuff! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/23/08 at 12:58 AM That last stanza is magic with its "finger of light" and "pulling behind him that yellow slicker hue" - and, of course, the last two lines evoke several meanings. Nice job. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/24/08 at 07:14 PM This is a fine spiritual poem Jim with relevance for all us weary sailors. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/25/08 at 01:01 PM ...jim, i like the stylistics on top of the lilting alliteration...and like chris says such a sailor's need[to be guided by some North Star]...tip o' the tam. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/24/10 at 02:09 AM This is lovely - a timely POTD for Southern California weather today... |
| Posted by Vikki Owens on 12/24/10 at 02:17 AM i love this. especially the word slicker and that whole line in general. |
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