sailing,

Slip, sliding along, on and on,
windblown,
over a watery blue world;
our tipsy saildriven days
and nights, our faith
in the rigging and the rudder,
our tiny lives of soup tins and
coffee ceakes, of paperbacks,
toothbrushes, pillows, blowing
along, forever the center
of our pi-perfect circle of water
with babyblue skydome, its
suspended cottonwool clouds
billowing by.

forever moving, the curvature
of this expance of ocean
concealed, as we climb and slide
down gentle swells. Watch out! as
gales carve deep valleys, steep
shaky, watery ridges.

Atop the chilly fathoms, forever spinning
along, playing tag with hot brother sun,
hide 'n' seek with coolkid moon, careening
crazily along the starcrowded supermilkyhighway, this
tango-for-three joins the myriads, hotgas stars,
deadcold rocks. Hey,

where are we headed? On beyond
Zenith, into the empty, black
hole. Dragging us along: Hold tight!
to the string of this skyblue
waterballoon, and our
tipsy windblown lives.


-nightwatch, May 8th, 2006
Atlantic, toward the Azores