In his long-awaited debut, poet David Ryrie Brink shares a remarkableand carefully culled collection of his work. Inspired by what he's experiencedand seen throughout his 96+ years of life on this earth, he gives it to usthrough the lens of his unique filter and perspective.So soon our tiny craft is launchedUpon the river's teeming flood, To toss and twist as wills the stream, While those who launched us drift awayOr disappear in eddied swells, And leave us without motive forceTo sail upstream, reversing course, Yet strength to dock at ports of call.And so we stop at many ports -Some ports of learning, ports of work, And ports of friendship, ports of love, And ports of help, of parenthood.But many ports along the wayWe pass, aware we can't return.So long the trip, so slow the stream, So many ports unvisited.And, in the end, so much alone, Until, at last, we reach the sea -Beyond the delta's farthest sandsAnd float the limitless unknown-The Voyage"