A la recherche du temps perdu
With wooden bow knifing a cobalt sea,
Taut canvas pocketing the breath of God,
The Essex sets sail for the hunting ground.
A mere 20 miles off of Buzzard’s Bay
One hundred, fifty years slips away
And Cap’n Pollard’s blood courses my veins.
Down to the sea in ships.
What was glory then lives only in story now.
Ahab tracks his leviathan in dusty solitude
While in dreams I sail my ancestors’ wake.
Author’s note: The Essex, sailing under Captain George Pollard in 1820, was the inspiration for Melville’s “Moby Dick.”
An excerpt from my book, “A Mixed Bag.”