HOVE-TO

Ken Kennedy
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read

We’re hove-to
Against this storm.
Bow pointed into it,
Warps streamed astern,
Double reefed mizzen taught and centered,
Helm lashed to starboard,
Storm staysail lashed to port.

We’re hunkered down below,
Lee strapped in the sea-bunk,
Tired and wet,
Licking our wounds,
Slip-sliding —
Sea-tossed — drifting.

Some dawn soon will be calm and clear;
We’ll shoot the Sun and measure the stars;
Find ourselves
And set a new course for destiny.

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Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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