The Tillerman

staying in the shadows
sailing to the deep,
sliding through the
blue-on-blue,
walking in my sleep. . .
watching out for moonlight
that makes me go astray,
keeping to the windward tack
so I can sail away. . .
just around the corner
might be an ugly scene,
people dealing everywhere,
you know just what I mean. . .
taking funny chances
heeled before the wind,
soaking up the flying air,
I go where I intend. . .