A wind carves concave sails against the sky
Above I see clouds and sun alternating
in revealing themselves. I hear new waves
being born in the ship’s rushing wake.
And I feel the bow undulating
into the sun’s reflection of a churning sea.
All this, and beneath me a silent life
streams on into eternity.
Written to Captain Bruno and his Crew, Revised
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I like it but, the Captain and crew need grammar lessons. It should be “sails” not “sales”.
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Hey Mike, not the crew’s fault . . . typo on my part. ; [ Thanks for letting me know. K
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