Random Bearings,
Parts 11–15

XI

But keep the hearthfire burning bright;
no sweeter sustenance than this
been shared with me as true as yours,
the humor of nomads at sea.

XII

No sweeter sustenance than this
to fly from lips to eager ear,
the humor of nomads at sea
like children neglecting goodbyes.

XIII

To fly from lips to eager ear
and back and forth again — again —
like children neglecting goodbyes,
we play at loving no one else.

XIV

And back and forth again, again
how curious to search for you.
We play at loving no one else;
a day, a night, and nothing more.

XV

How curious to search for you
across the span of so much time.
A day, a night and nothing more;
all that can be has come to pass.

Parts 16–20