(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Pilot

Up in a dirty window in a dark room is a star
which an old man can see. He looks at it. He can
see it. It is the star of the room; an electrical
freckle that has fallen out of his head and gotten
stuck in the dirt on the window.

He thinks he can steer by that star. He thinks he
can use the back of a chair as a ship's wheel to
pilot his room through the night.

He says to himself, brave Captain, are you afraid?

Yes, I am afraid; I am not so brave.

Be brave, my Captain.

And all night the old man steers his room through
the dark . . .

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Comments (4)

haha well put and so very true
nice to see democracy is working as well on the other side of the orb as it is here. CJGM
Herbs, this has hit me like a slap! Are you for real? (I unashamedly admit my ignorance about Australian internal affairs) .
Funny, I went shopping this afternoon and wondered why all the shops were closed? Silly me. I'd forgotten. Your poem adds a little humour to the rest of out Australia Day aggrandising. Thanks for sharing your 'take' on the silly subject. love, Allie xxxx