solo yacht
I tack windward
in the way of whales
the Aurora lights–
the silence starts
on our cruise ship
waves crash–
brought on the wind
a voice from the yacht
seeping tide
the boat’s name again
in sunshine sparkles
harbour breeze
the oranges of dawn
pour in the boat sails
harbour dawn
the boat sails
colour the wind
fog horns
returns
shaping the harbour
lighthouse beam
the voices of the storm
through a yacht
always to be great whites
lording in the seven seas–
the crabs watch them pass
the clouds are wild
a lightning cracks
our shadows on the sea
