The following poem was written by Jo Djubal and I took it off the emultihulls website.
MONO TO MULTI
The weather is foul, the winds more than fresh...
Should we be this lopsided? Should we be in this mess?
Down below are the books
and the clothes - plates galore -
in an abstract still life all over the floor ...
The meth stove swings crazy in a ludicrous dance,
to cook even water
requiring a gymnasts stance ...
Aaaah - this is sailing ... this is fun ... this is sweet ...
and Hey, look how my heads almost level with my feet!
So the hours wear on and the heeling continues,
'till being skewiff seems almost not twisted.
2 minute noodles are dinner - formal,
and sideways on the head
- well - isn't this normal?
Then on the horizon,
like a bird on the wing,
appears this strange vessel - this multi hulled thing ...
In no time it's passing - too stable, too quick-
and what's in that cockpit
Are our Tascos playing tricks?
Is that really a table laid out with lunch?
Are those glasses free standing - without suction cups?
Is that guy in a deckchair? Is that woman asleep?
Is that guy on the helm
in some new gimballed seat?
We stare somewhat awestruck at this boat without heel,
sailing too quickly shoreward like something surreal,
leaving us on our lean in the foam of their wake,
contemplating our world where nothing is straight ...
and although well in love with our classic, keeled mono,
the mirage of that multi seemed a dream fit to follow ...
... to sail smooth and stable in 20knt winds,
with the absence of even one gimballed thing ...
to relax back in deckchairs in a spacious cockpit
- sundowners spared,
any murderous tilts ...
... Mono or multi ...?
somehow it seems plain ...
...in a world truly crazy,
and already askew,
at least upright,
seems the sane thing to do!