You wish to make a glass sail Thinking you've mastered the boat? I once leaned over a rail awash. We were beating into the wind Taking each wave over our bow. I would have said now look At the tautness of your task. If you could see through spray Hitting your face till your eyes Bled salt blurring your vision, Then grab hold with your mind And let it swing you to each New direction and you might Eventually run before it. It must be nearly shear From mast-top down To its cleated-sheet and reeling Against the ocean's feeling; Buoyant as you hold it Looking out its portal Glistening full of your seeing.