INTRO
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
ALONG 693
THE ABORTION PALACE
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
ANNIVERSARY 1984
TO BETTY, 1982
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
HILLS
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
THE LESSON
LITTLE RIVER
MEMORY
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
OLD DOMINION
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD RIDER
CALLING OWLS
FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
MAKE REVOLUTION
THE SCRAPER
SNAPSHOT
TO OUR SONS, 1982
SPRING PEEPERS
TED
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
A TRUE DOCTOR
DEATH OF WILBUR
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

MY SHIP
R.F. Mueller



Everywhere, as where the winter pines
Throw their green froth against the sky,
The summer hills heave toward the sun,
Or leaning clouds of autumn run to leeward,
A ship rolls forever through my life,
And I, a passenger of doubtless destination,
But with unknown ports-of-call,
Gaze from the rail to where the calm horizon
Conceals the wild tomorrow.
Sometimes, all cozied in my cabin of the moment,
My work bench, with its landlocked tools
(Saws, squares and vise), becomes a mariner's table
Strewn with yellowed charts and brass dividers.
And there against the wall hangs a clock In Greenwich time, Hidden by the trivial local hour.
Or looking at the window's well-framed trees and grass
I'm never bothered by illusion,
But see the blowing spume sail past
Off the briny field of storm shade gray
Where fishes leap to the eye's confusion.


 

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I have a small workshop in our earth-floored basement, with a window that looks out on trees and fields. It, with the tools mentioned, got me thinking of a parallel existence.