Even in the planning my palms give me away
An odd mix - adrenaline and wonder.
Shaping the course, , the angst is upon me
Is it right, or will we go under?
Should we weigh Tuesday or would Wednesday be better?
The wind might swing to the North by then
The knot in my stomach nags at my head
Should it be if, or should it be when?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Same decision we all face as we wake up each morning, with or without a boat. Us Americans have an old saying: 'Up a creek without a paddle.' That is how a lot of my mornings have started out. Good use of specifics and naval terms to turn them into a poem. Tom