Dead Reckoning Poem by Barry Middleton

How far a distance have I come
since last I set my course?

The tide has run, the wind has blown,
to steer me with their force.

And so I fear I'm nowhere near
the safety of the port.

And which direction should I sail,
if refuge lies athwart.

I look upon the starboard view,
the sun is going down,

so I will take a westward tack,
where harbor may be found.

For this is how the journey goes,
a calculated plea,

with only hope to guide the ship,
and save me from the sea.