Saturday, February 09, 2008

We were born before the wind...

...before or perhaps of the wind, a droplet lifted and infused with sunlight. For an exhilerating moment we ride that wind until the sea enfolds us once again. In that windborne journey our story is told. As for me, it clarifies my yearning for the sea. Surely I was sprung from some wave struck against a wooden hull. In all my life no place has felt like home more than the deck of a ship, sailing the mystic, beautiful sea.

1 comment:

Mike Carson said...

Wow...you do have a thing for the sea...love it...wooden ships and all...my stuff is about iron ships and wooden men mostly, but the sea never leaves.

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