NIGHT PASSAGE
To lee shore we sail
by instinct not star
no moon shines our path
nor makes us with shadow
The cargo's the thing
we mean to make port
nigh shoals nor shallows
deny us our mooring
Crossing to warning
no fiddlers say we
a dunsel's repair
gets us to bottom
D's locker we seek
the ropes at the bitts
leeway she blows
and windfall prevails.
