How About Some Poetry??? hmmmmm? Here you go!
First Light
Sailors gather
at harbour’s first light.
With shared
anticipation, they wend to a new land.
Cool
nights and long watches
ETA thirty
days.
Days,
nights, blur to weeks, then a month.
Dawn
breaks; day thirty-five.
Night
watch is at end.
Sun warmed
air
Breezes build.
Salient
waves push up from the sea.
Sinking into
damp bunk, awaiting sleep;
my inner
light abrades.
Dusk demands
a new watch.
A meal shared.
Cupped
hands scoop fresh filtered water to parched lips.
Small
sups, rations hold.
All hands
on deck pan seas where skies meet.
Eyes ache
with want.
Hopes unravel.
Off-watch
disappears below.
Night world
is distinct.
Sight
muted – sounds engulf space.
Waves lap
aggressively against complacent hull.
Wind through
rigging echoes where an hour ago, lay silent.
“Pop” – sails
balloon over each wave crest.
Sanity within
earshot; out of reach
Surf down
wind, whether helm or bow.
Fifty
feet; not far enough to achieve separation.
No
privacy on a floating villa.
No room
for free will.
Listen
intently to the night.
On guard to
its oddities.
White dawn
bursts.
We eat up
our own shadow.
Dark departed,
forgotten.
Exhausted
- communal meal, escape to hide below.
All
aspire to spot first port.
Mirage? Reality?
Beckon new
watch!
All eyes on
horizons peer.
Wind
holds breath tight.
Silence explodes.
Garrulous
crew spew speculations.
Mirage is
reality!
Warm
tickle of delight envelops.
Spirits
inflate.
Land
across a body of water,
Inspiration to coalesce.
Summer is busy.. will try to get back soon.
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