TrystanBehm

Ferdinand Chasing The Wind

Incessant tacking – one point;

Constantly moving off in the distance

The future?

Regardless, TACK, fill the sails,

Till they luff

The edge is the first sign

It whimpers

Adjust course before you lose

The momentum

Feel the sail bellow and crack

Filled with power

Pull hard on the tiller – HIKE

With all your might

Keep her under control

Just slightly under control

 

Her body moans and stretches

As you push her to her limits

Instinct tells you to push her harder

Fear ever present

But, she reassures you

She’s up for the challenge

You wrench down on the main

Her keel partially exposed

Rail in the water

She’s whispering – harder

Cranking the Jib, the sails nearly in line

10,000 pounds of lead and concrete

Nearly breaching the break

But she keeps her last tip in the water

Never fully exposing herself

Always in control

We slice through the rollers

Feeling like we are going at

The speed of sound

Her bow effortlessly dissecting the waves

Her rudder gently nudging me where she

Wants to go

Together you are one – You, the wind and the sea:

 

-  The Trinity