At Sea

Posted by: on Apr 16, 2014 | 2 Comments

The waves lap the hull then fall back on themselves
disapating into sea foam.
Lap, fold, hiss.
The schooner rocks gently, cradled
on a deep royal blue blanket spread past the horizon.
My body, cross legged and rocking on my sitz bones,
mirrors the movement, shifts
with each rise and fall, a slight lean.
Lines creak, straining against the breeze
that billows the sails floating through the air like clouds.
The sun hits my shoulder blades and falls against
the nape of my neck as I close my eyes
to just listen, to just feel.
Out in the silence, it is incredibly loud.
Lap, fold, hiss.