Comments about Jeffrey Hatcher
Tacking On The Styx
Where the Styx is wide the Earth is fen.
No dock transcends the mud
To tie a boat to or to lend
A vantage point to spie Elysian Fields.
A marsh allows no walking progress,
So we leave shore to tack upon the Styx,
Searching upstream for a firmer mooring,
Veering to Hades when the current commands,
And back again, trusting keel and sail, not oaring.
One cannot tack and keep an even keel.
There is a current to deflect and bring to heel.
When current strains our vessel to excess
We harbor midway on the Isle of Ativan,
But life demands ...