That’s what sailing is, a dance, and your partner is the sea.
And with the sea you never take liberties.
You ask her, you don’t tell her.
You have to remember always that she’s the leader, not you.
You and your boat are dancing to her tune.
As long as there’s a way out
in the dusty remote corners of this bloody world,
all hope is not lost.
When you hear the splash
Of the water drops that fall
Into the stone bowl,
You will feel that all the dust
Of your mind is washed away.