Topic: My Tribute To Monday Mornings and the SF Bay
UsernameOneFiveOne's photo
Sun 10/21/07 06:48 PM
Awaken on a Monday morning
The fog has set without a warning
Where did I park the damn boat anyway
But after coffee's several passes
Though your mind is moving as molasses
So begins another weeks first day
You chuck the lines and start the outboard
Back on up and thank the good lord
There's wind enough to let you use your sails
You clear the mooring and the docks
Set your course for distant rocks
And hope the pumps below will work and bail
You've made it past the harbor mouth
And know your course is heading south
You kill the prop and as the sea slides past
You struggle with the slipcord knots
And slip the cover from its slots
And run that big old mainsail up the mast
The wind is now just like a lover
Fills the sail and you rediscover
The power creaking from the wooden bow
And with a kiss from Neptune's daughter
Your craft does fly across the water
A living beast that rides the depths below
With the wooden ships wheel in your hand
Once again you make a stand
To capture the very winds that make you move
Part man and partly buccaneer
The wind and sun help you to steer
And once again the laws of the sea you prove
A sea lion jumps there off to port
As if your boat to try to court
You tack to starboard just his path to free
And there off in the distant view
Where the flock of seagulls flew
Floats your marker, gently bobbing in the sea
With rudder lean and breeze released
Your tack to starboard has increased
And you make it look like a walk in the park
You have something none can see
A proper ocean strategy
And hit the turn at just the proper arc
With hands a flying and back relaxed
You hit the lines and move them back
And prepare to duck when the yard arm starts to go
You've done this feat a hundred times
Your motions fluid, your call, it chimes
Sailor,Prepare to jibe JIBE HO!
You slip the corner smooth as silk
And though the wind it tries to bilk
Your line handling quickly writes the check
The wind is soon right off the scale
And oilcloth billows at full sail
And throws a mighty shadow on the deck
Behind a pair of Bole shades
You watch your own show of escapades
Your race is with the very sea you sail
The sun is high, azure the sky
As you watch seaweed streaking by
It's safe to say the check is in the mail
Your grip is tight upon the wheel
Your rudder taut behind the keel
Your flag is whipping as the wind flies past
You fight the breeze yet feel secure
For providence had you procure
A shiny silver coin beneath the mast
The morning fog has all burned off
For the Golden Gate your cap you doff
And wave a single hand for those spectators
Then your attentions on the task at hand
As you yourself have your craft manned
And it is you who will alone face yourself later
You stand over decks of teak
And know the feeling that you seek
The way the sun and wind are worn upon your brow
The freedom's priceless that you find
Like Drake did on his Golden Hind
As the ocean water slides beneath your prow
There is no thought of yesterday
And tomorrow's not yet made it's way
Your mind is focused quite completely on the now
The sea surrounds you and your boat
Just like a castle in a moat
A pirate lives again within your skin somehow
And with a patch upon one eye
Your dagger strapped upon your thigh
The Jolly Roger flying high above your mast
You dream of treasure found by plunder
And all the ships that got pulled under
When roamed the pirates on the briny sea so vast
Again you see the sea lions jump
And feel your heart begin to thump
As you spot the ribbon marker up ahead
Your craft is hungry on the sea
And glides through whitecaps gracefully
And seems to know the way to go as if it's led
As you shoot past the finish line
It's time for smiles and cold wine
Another trophy check sure to find a banker
Before too long you'll race no more
And you'll hop onto the shore
And leave your craft to pull upon its anchor
Still, each time the ocean fills your gaze
Your heart will drift back to the days
When pirate captains sailed with an iron will
And with the brisk wind on your cheek
You'll chase the freedom that you seek
And always find that special ocean thrill
©MM

UsernameOneFiveOne's photo
Tue 10/23/07 10:10 AM
No one liked this epic poem?

Wolfeyes58's photo
Tue 10/23/07 10:56 AM
Romantic, thoughtful, imaginative, and awesome...very good.

UsernameOneFiveOne's photo
Tue 10/23/07 11:26 AM
Thank you, creating that was challenging