Gotheborg Sail Training Ship 2015
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
In this wind,
Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand.
What news do they bring from far-away lands
(from my notebook – May 13th)
I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay the land-slip for a while. A fallen tree branch lies horizontal, fresh green sprouting to the sun.
Something stirs in my heart. I seek its message.
Be like a rock, it says. This wind brings change. Build solid foundations. Let roots settle, contained in fertile ground to flower as all things should.
Wind-swept clouds streak like feathers across the sky.
Oyster shells gleam like little silver plates. The tide rushes in.
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.
Art © 2014 TCFlynn @ Masked Native
In response to
blog post, ivonprefontaine I am making a return to WordPress with this updated post. With thanks for his word prompt TakingThe Helm, Adrift and look forward to catching up with my WordPress friends again.
Will you listen with me,
to the gusting breeze
dashing over hawthorn bushes.
To sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff.
To the hum of engines trawling the mist
like a lost soul.
Traffic Lights are red
The radio broadcasts jingles
that could get into your head.
Across the way,
two horses face each other.
as still as a day with no wind.
The silence of early morning light
with winged horses in flight,
lasso my willing soul.