I'd like to sail to Singapore,Jakarta or Rangoon,but our boat is barely movingon this windless afternoon.I'd steer my ship to Stockholm,set a course for Southern Spain,I'd be guided by a lighthouseoff the rocky coast of Maine.I'd cut past Krakatauand chart a course to Katmandu.I would voyage into Venice,and I'd cruise around Corfu.I'd glide through the Galapagos,and drift through the Bahamas,where I'd navigate by starlightin my mariner's pajamas.I'd skim the seven salty seasand plow the briny waves.I would circumnavigate the globeexploring coastal caves.I'll shortly start my journey.I'll begin my travels soon,in this boat parked in our drivewayon this windless afternoon.