Cast off the lines, chuck them on a weatherbeaten dock,
And let us turn our faces to the wind.
Away from traffic, away from an inviolable clock
And towards a beckoning blue horizon.
Now pause as we point directly to the wind,
To the mast we scramble and sort rigging;
Fasten the main, crank the winch around, and then
Up she goes, bright white flowing curtain.
Fall off, and lean, and our vessel takes a bow,
Unfurl this massive jib, and check its balance;
Suddenly released, our sailboat surges forward and we allow
A passing wave to splinter; salt spray splatters us.
Whoosh! We're really moving! watch the water rush
With bubbles dancing, darting in our wake;
We grin and listen to the gentle shush
Along the waterline from Poseidon's lake.
A rhythm takes us soon, click for more
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