Carve the Water
Sailing
We carve the water that turns into diamonds
then trim and skim atop a wave
the sails stretch and billow
sounds of wind and sea we crave.
There’s a freedom unparalleled sailing
the pure smell of the salt sea air
with weather systems prevailing
scudding along on a wing and prayer.
Shrouds stretching the mast flexing
the pull on the sheets through the blocks
the seaboard expanding and annexing
the winds hymn an aeolian cox.
Adrenalin pumping and coursing
the sea and elements combining
the howl in the rigging enforcing
the song of the wind comes whining.
White horses scud o’er the ocean
tops of the waves whipped away
by our boat in perpetual motion
the sailors drenched deeply in the spray.
These are the songs of the sailor
and sense of elemental bliss
we pass onto each other
the hiss of the sea is the kiss
We hear the sounds of wind and water
the sun and the stars are our guides
as sailors leave the shore for the sea
we know there’s no place to hide.
You and me and the sea
we skim and swim and sail
fish of a feather we swim together
the seas our holy grail.
© David Rudder
19th September 2021
Thanks for reading.
