An Ode To A Yachtsman
Published in
Nov 17, 2023
The love of the sea
Photo by Ricardo Pérez-Saravia Pexels.com
His gender, not splayed by male or female, simply, a Yatchsman.
Large or small, his craft matters not, for He, is a Yachtsman.
Wrinkles, chiseled deep by the brisk salt spray, a wry smile appears.
Nose turned upward, nostrils flare, lungs fill with life.
Squinted eyes gaze at her vastness, clues appear.
Will she reward or will she taketh? He ponders.
A whale’s spout, a dolphin’s fin, surely a sign.
Respect for her, respect indeed as she cares not.
Her breath, a heaving gale screaming amongst the rigging.
Perhaps a gentle beam reach, diamonds sparkle as she sways to and fro.
A gentle turn of the rudder.
To the sea, to the sea, for He, is a Yachtsman.
