Wake Tide


The wind blows cold on Tomorrow Mountain.
We’d better get ready
To shelter elsewhere.
The storm grows strong on The Sea of the Future.
We’d better prepare
To sail somewhere calm.

We’ve been here a long time.
We’ve lived and we’ve worked here.
This part of the globe
knows who we are.

Now we float on the wake tide.
We live for the trade winds.
We’ll thrive were we’re given
a chance to survive.

1976, November

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