“Constant Bearing Decreasing Range” – the relative bearing to the other ship is constant, not drifting right or left, and the distance is shrinking. It’s a guarantee of a collision if one does not change course or speed. Without changes, the time of collision can be very easily predicted.
Augustine abhors sunscreen, steers for Carthage.
Now matters. Nothing matters. Life is
Now, here. Blues seas, unfettered lines,
Sultry summer heat.
Celeste seeks the shade, the chill, contemplation.
Stars navigation and silence, save the
Wave lap on the beam, the morning
Gull alarm.
Gus, seeking God in no hurry,
Sets a constant bearing on Celeste
In the Sea, bound for Carthage. Venus
To port, gusts at 25.
Celeste, face to the sky,
Under Cassiopeia, her hair in the air her tell tails.
She scents out the rocks and shoals. Levels her
Gaze, sighting Gus. Extremis setting.
A cat tail inlet that she knows well, she’s
Hard to starboard, then dead on to the wind.
Calm currents, benevolent tides, she stills,
Sails lufting into applause.
Gus relinquishes, flies past, bearing off, to
Avoid collision.
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