The Real Motive/The Lookout

by Dorothy Canfield

THE LOOKOUT

Imperious Self beyond self that I call my soulClimb up into the crow's-nest.Look out over the changing ocean of my daysAnd shout down to me whither to change my course.Warn me of the reefs and bergs:Warn me well of the mirages:—No, I cannot release you: you cannot rest,There is no one I can trust in your place.