I sit atop this sailboat’s cabin,
The boat tied securely to a weather worn dock
Water laps against the hull.
My legs stretch out between the lines and winches.
My back rests against the mast.
August’s mo rning
sun warms me,
Commands action to my arm, my hand, my pen.
Write, write, write!
This mo ment
is calling.
The mast at my back
Tall and strong,
Centers and pivots the power of this craft.
Below the keel reaches deep.
Weighted blade assures a true course.
At sea, with sails flying,
The mast, rigging, keel,
And skill of the sailor
Construct the perfect wing,
Empowers the vertical lift.
The sailor harnesses the chaos of
Wind and sea
Moves this heavy craft and all aboard
Faster
than the wind.
Today, my words,
Docked vessels,
Beg the sailor to come aboard.
Please, loose the constraints of doubt,
Lighten the weight of my heart’s inertia.
Construct the perfect wing,
Empower the vertical lift.
Harness words into imagery
True, pure and concise.
Move this heavy craft and all aboard
Faster
than the wind.
