In Sailing
There is silence.
In sailing, there is silence.
The breath of the breeze and sea
Cutting a scythe, we gently drive
The elements set us free.
Spreading the water and skimming
Gliding on the top of a wave
The stretching sails carefully trim
Sounds of wind and sea I crave.
There’s an unparalleled freedom 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 annexing
Gusts are blowing from Pandora’s box.
Adrenalin pumping and coursing
The sea and elements combining
The howl in the rigging reinforcing
The song of the wind whining.
White horses are the courses and potion
The tops of the waves whipped away
The boat is in perpetual motion
The sailors were wet in white spray.
Wild and wet or waiting
For the next wind shift
The way we move is so smooth
As the whole hull moves and lifts.
Sailing and the absence of motors
An elemental movement of joy
So, to all of us sailors and boaters
Sail on the waters you love and enjoy.
©
David Rudder
2024
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