Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
is no hindrance,
I see you out of the shining mists
Events and chance
are sands on the shore of your legacy.
I find you now in fits and bursts
of breezes time has blown to me,
while waves, immense,
now skirt and glance
against the bow unceasingly.
I feel the sea's salt spray—light fists,
her mists and vapors mocking me.
your words were sextant stars to me.
Bright stars are strewn in silver gusts
back, back toward infinity.
now you are mine increasingly.
Note: Under the Sextant’s Stars is a painting by Bernini.