People thought we island hopped by random drift,
when our picnic canoes blew away.
"Where are your charts and instruments" they asked?
"Those feeble canoes could never make the journey"
"You only go there 'cause you lost your way"
"You silly driftwood dreamers"
Little did they know we navigate by memory,
with the way to go, and how to get there
whispered between old and new ears, orally.
They say we are fair-weather sailors,
afraid of clouds and rain.
They say we only venture out in season, fair and friendly.
Little did they know in daylight,
we get direction from watching and pin-pointing
where the sun rises and sets on the horizon.
At night we know which star to watch
and align with the mast of double canoe
to hold our course.
We switch stars as they rise and set, in season.
They say we sail just for the fun of it,
for the sheer joy of riding the waves and currents,
sailing with the winds
free as a bird, going wherever they take us.
Little do they know we read
the winds and waves to find our way
on epic planned journeys by canoe.
Wave patterns change when an island is nearby.
We know the swirl of currents,
We read the trade winds like sign-posts.
We know the birds know where they roost.
We follow them home.
We know birds are master navigators on
their migrations, we follow them.
Sadly, these oral skills and
land-finding traditions
are now being lost forever.
Dispelled as oral traditions quelled, forgotten, pass away.
We the navigators have lost our way.
What people said about our ignorance of navigation
and silly random drift for landfinding is now too true,
Repêchage, Touché'.
-
Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2021 00:02
- Comment from author about the poem: "We, the Navigators, The Ancient Art of Landfinding in the Pacific" (1972) David Lewis. The volume is essentially a report of Lewis’ experiments in testing the accuracy of Oceanic landfinding. David Lewis tested his understanding of Polynesian navigation techniques by sailing the 2200 miles from Tahiti to New Zealand without any modern instruments (except the smallest of charts and a sky map)... arriving with a landfall only 26 miles in error.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Offline)
Comments4
Cool poem. Representing how 'civilisation' is killing our natural instincts and connection to our environment
Yes it's following a theme. Thanks for you comment. Cheers
Rich in detail again. I couldn't quite get my head around how discoveries of new lands in, say the Pacific happened.- seemed to me the birds were the most significant factor.
Full of content - got a further education there, John.
No worries. Glad for your comment. Best wishes.
A fine write, F.F.
Perhaps, however, we have not lost anything just gotten more observant.
Perchance Indeed. Cheers
Our ancestors were the true adventurers, they took the risk and ventured into unknown territories. They navigated while I get lost using GPS.
Just like the billionaire would-be astronauts who dared to fly 'speculator class'. Cheers
PS => GPS can lie, especially in deep ravines, canyoning when you need it most!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.