Found this poem on my computer. Wrote it a few years ago.
jig saw words
to make an image
as they land
Truth is that
under a cloud
Truth and love
side by side
out of sight
& see the dream’s
We left the
car & caravan
baby on a horse
at us with
we could not find
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Love this poem by Constantine Cavafy. Thanks Stephen, for sending it along a few years ago.