Hold fast to the tiller, to Gods of wind and waves, through storms and dreams,
through heartbeat of wings that arc and swoop and cry for land. Now is the time for faith, strength and courage.
We are not what we once were. The rushing waves break open our hearts, revealing the lies we told ourselves.
Swim, little fish, swim now to the edge and rest where the sky meets the horizon and see, in-between.
Image from a copy of my original oil painting from ‘Cynefin’ collection, a selection of paintings and prose, exhibited in Waterford, Ireland 2017.
The companionship of like-minded beings,
managing ropes, sails, decks, cleaning, maintaining,
eating, sleeping, learning,
contained in a vessel of awesome proportions.
Half-way up the mast, the view is changed,
the deck below much smaller than it seemed.
Half-way up the mast, sea, sky, wind,
a single mind, a new perspective.
Photo courtesy of Richard Sibley tallshipsgallery.co.uk
Swim little fish,
swim to the edge of the deep blue sea,
to the thin line of sky…and imagine…just imagine,
in perfect time
to Chopin’s Piano Concerto.