Charts

Nautical charts were boons

of the brackish Baltic

As Nelson fought the Danes

Charts are shoreline’s optic

that saved those mariners

There in Toulon’s water

or was it in Malta’s

brine? He saw charts within

charts. Great anchors

altar’s

grew in his sailor’s hearts

Nelson insisted. The

sea captain caterer

for spirits of brave men

The faith washed seafarer

always had a question

With prayer stone in hand, oval, brownish and smooth, his mind made the stone round, before he sought to prove.. ‘If you are a circle’

Then, ‘Lord, what percentage of the circle am I?’ ‘How many segments show in my incomplete pie?’

Nelson saw charts in charts

Elements of the wind

Blew breezy awareness

his chart was far from full

but waves foamed gentleness

God knew,

adding segments

so, our residues are sectors

in charts floating as concentric

patterns

One forms for each of us with room to journey

to wholeness