A young woman stands
on a balcony
to watch her husband
sail far off to sea.
The two-masted ship
let's two pennants waft,
white atop foremast,
red, the same height aft.
They wave last goodbyes,
her husband and she,
as the ship sets sail
on a glassy sea.
It will take some time
from balcony's height
for the large vessel
to sail out of sight.
So the wife sits down
in a rocking chair,
yet makes no motion,
just watches with care.
As the ship grows small,
the wife sees ahead
the white pennant fall
well below the red.
Now she isn't sure
she sees all the fuss
about theories
of Copernicus.
And she does attend
the great Mother Church
and does honor Her
in her life's truth search.
And she knows full well
the Church is quite clear:
the good earth is flat
and can't be a sphere.
So quietly keeps
what she clearly saw
to her self alone,
yet does feel in awe.
For she did witness
in the time she sat,
the earth, plain to see,
is really not flat.
