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THE DOLDRUMS
Windless sails
Hanging slack on the mast
No crest of wave or rise of sea
On the horizon
Nothing but flat water
Stretched out before me
Waiting, waiting for a breath
Monotonous silence
Day after day, the mundane
Visionless future awaits, unsung
A motionless plain
Neither sun nor storm
Gray meets gray at the zenith
Waiting, waiting for movement
Drifting in the doldrums
Of endless delay, listening
Holding fast to faith, watching
A sudden wind
Like the breath of God
Rises, filling the mainsail
Sailing, sailing at last
© 2005 Rita L. Betti
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