those who take off in wooden sail
boats for the romance of the high seas are inarguably lunatics with a rare ingredient called poetry of soul. i know. i am one of them. and so i hope it is all right that i am sending this - in honor of those aboard Nina, and those of us keeping vigil. if i were in
panama city today i would attend the
service. but instead please know you are in my heart, my thoughts, my prayers...
If I were Joni Mitchell, I would probably write a song
About a
boat without an
engine, anchored in the drizzle all day long
But I'm not and I"ve forgot
How to make the
salt, the rain, the sea
Resurrect the Poetry in Me
All I know is everything is wet
My hair, my jeans, my socks, worst of all, my cigarettes
There's no carnation for the El Pico
I long to be in
Puerto Rico
Where Black Palm trees sway like silhouettes
Against lavender mass-manufactured sunsets
But tonight, when the winds begin to shriek
When Orion pushes through the
fog and the
boat begins to squeak
I'll listen to the waves that crash
And watch the moon like plexiglass
Shatter into a million chips upon the ocean
Then, amid the tumult and the commotion
Rising amid the frenzy of froth and spray and foam
Poetry will be set in Motion
And my heart will have a Home
And i'll think of all the harbors
Hidden beyond the seascape of tomorrow
Where, beneath the tropical eclipses,
The
mast heads sway like a thousand crucifixes
written while
crewing in 1988
aboard my first voyage
God Bless
from the shores of cyberspace,
Cowgirl of the Sea