Contrary Bend

Becalmed, again, old friend,

on apt named Contrary Bend;

never a less likely place

for a sail to rend.

Some wind is here,

I know it;

though this sheltered bit of land

does not care now to bestow it.

All paths on land or water,

have their peculiar airs;

this one too asks only you see

through her shimmering, yet still, portieres.

So, when you find that shy wind,

be ready to trim the sails,

for a time will come,

we will go faster than free summer ales.