Taming the Wind
A boat travels North at 50 knots,
meets a North-East wind, 5 knots ó
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.
Dadís 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.