If this uncertain living, these days that mount
directionless as terror, haunt us too deeply,
help us to find solution, to count deeds
well-done which otherwise might fall behind
anonymous as steel tracks speeding in sunlight
unchangingly away in train-momentum’s vision.
No words men speak are really, finally, true.
No friend can know nor understand completely.
No woman means everything. No one pursuit
captures the spirit to exclude all others.
And no single star is ever always faithful;
the mariner must lean on compass more than sky
So freely disavow the proved uncertainties
and seek from self. Perfect an artless guide
to steer unswervingly through seas and woods
and city nightmares. Set the firepoint east
or west: the wind that comes to blow to cool
your captive vision will revive and free it.