The Captain2 Poem by Gert Strydom

He stands at the tiller
of a age old ship
that drifts upon
stormy waters
and the wind rips past
with a sharp chill
and the ship sail
like she forever will.

Caught between reality
and a place
that few ever see
the ghostly form
still steer that ship
to where destiny
bides her to go.

Some people think of it
as a trick of light
and others swear
of it to be there,
but no science
or chart can track
the way that she goes
and know why
her Captain lives forever more.