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Pathfinder
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Pathfinder

Poem By MARINA GIPPS

On my father's boat, there is a unique little machine
called a 'Pathfinder' and on the ocean
all my dark thoughts are laid out on an ever-changing map.

An abstract tide
carries me, pledging forever everywhere we go.
But I know the ocean better than my old man-
the violence of going underwater
with love and nausea.

Still, this machine plays savior for us all-
says which way we're going, retrieving all cries for help
as we sink to a place so infinite.

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great images strong words and what a last line I can feel the sinking I can feel the dwelling in the eternal depths yet not lost always a home always a dear father ready to pluck us from despair


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