Taming the Wind

A boat travels North at 50 knots,
meets a North-East wind, 5 knots —
How could I work that out?

Then we did vectors.

Our boat became a line of 50 units
tipped by an arrowhead;
the wind joined it at an angle, 5 units long.

If only I could draw the forces in my life.
Dad’s affair, still blowing at 1,000 mph.
A bad relationship sweeps in.

Judith van Dijkhuizen

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Judith van Dijkhuizen would be pleased to hear them.