The Raft

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In the dim waning
moonlight, it is hard to see
log lashed to log,
but the raft floats
on the open
sea,
its tattered
sail pointing like
a monument.
The lone passenger,
the captain--a girl standing
with red sun-bleached hair--
looks ever forward,
guiding herself
by the stars her father
taught her a half world away.
The same eternal lights
in the sky his father's
father taught his father
who taught
him.
The waves raise her
up and crash her down but
her ship's close hauled sails
take her toward a place
she might call
home.