A Sailor's Quest

White triangles standing straight and true
Against a deep blue background peaking white,
They lean against the wind, fight their way through
The frothy sea before day turns to night,
When sailors lose their way if not prepared
To use the heavens as their best device
For finding home--their intellect laid bare
Against nature, whose fury makes the price
Of failure steeper even than the risk
Considered. Seamen know what lies ahead
Will daunt the wisest of them, but insist
On taking every chance. With sense of dread,
They venture forward, eye fixed on the prize,
Success the only outcome they surmise.