Sunday, April 10, 2011


we used to fly
you and I
now all I see:
your hand on the tiller


Willow said...

I know how this feels. It is not good. You say reams in just 4 lines, 16 words. The title so apt.

Stafford Ray said...

This is the absolute best short poem on the problem of reconciling leadership and control within a partnership I have ever read.
Not only does it express that loss of trust is the cost of one feeling a 'need' to control the other, but it even more powerfully expresses how the controlled one feels diminished by that loss.
I am also a sailor. I have been both a helmsman and a deck hand being ordered about, so I guess the analogy more easily understood for me than maybe some others.