Bunting, at 79, describing conditions "an honest poet must expect".
The Bunting Tapes
(With thanks to Richard Swigg and Don Share)
A northern voice insists we hold to windward.
So late in the season, sleet on the dark,
clothes sodden, fingers swollen
fumbling familiar tasks
the craft shifts and squirms,
battering a hostile sea.
Tired eyes stare for the journey’s end.
Easier to turn and run with the tide.
Easier to find a safe haven now.
Easier to wait for a favourable wind.
And when is the wind ever right
for the stars you choose to steer by?
From 'Rough Spun to Close Weave', available from Ginninderra press: http://www.ginninderrapress.com.au/poetry.html