Swing Lo Magellan

Last night all my attention squinting westward at the sunset

With a map and a compass when a man reached up, said something

There against the sky a point of light

Too invisible to give itself to the naked eye

On the shore people yelling in their eyes a great reflection

In the grid aware their position unconcerned with intuition

There could never be no sympathy from that wilderness so let it be arrested

Swing lo oh Magellan, 9 by 6 or 8 by 7

Post a sentinel at the border of what you attempt

What you ignore I saw my frame in a pool of light

All drown in doubt and shame and I knew that I had lost my sight