Navigators
Published in
Feb 16, 2022
We are making our way amid
the troubles of the world
like two pilots peering through
cloud & holding course —
we don’t know where we are
going anymore as the horizon
is a mirage & the mirage
keeps moving forward
& the rock of certainty to
which others cling is not ours —
while some days I wish the
warmth of anaesthetic
the closed eyes of ignorance
& the artifice of pretence —
but a sober hour soon dawns
& I recall I live by faith & that’s it.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
