Sail Away

Colors from catalogs

fade like awnings in southern sun


Things vanish drift and switch

like relatives departing after funerals

like offspring all grown up

who don't seem to need you



But they are important

museums of looking,

insurance against monotony


The real news

year by year

is a field of ambition

the chance for parade

where somebody

just might tell you

the truth


This infected mixture

of happy and sad ...

it’s a feeling

speaking in paradoxes


And when it hits you

what a catastrophe, what a relief