Poetry
Innocent Passage in the Territorial Sea
by David Gregory
It is an old boat, carrying on
its old argument with the sea;
the kauri planks say this, the ribs agree.
The sea is not listening, but the man is,
waking if the conversation changes;
the boat will tell him everything.
His dreams float on old tides;
the girl and his first boat,
the sails full, his eyes full
of her, this undiscovered land.
