the sanity of my vessel

The 7th

There was a time sitting in a room
I wanted to see everyone I ever knew
and of course I don’t remember the bad ones
except a few. What a shock
to get over the embarrassment of using language.

That’s why I write to you every day
I no longer have that tedious care.

ed dorn

TO THE HARBORMASTER

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.

FRANK O'HARA