They glide along with effortless ease,
Sliding past each other, in this strange dance.
Bulging bellies full of the breath
That comes from the blowing wind.
Turning together, as though linked,
The water sliding beneath them,
With a sound of sibilance
Only heard by those close by.
They dance with each other on the waves,
This dance that seems to have no meaning;
The only music, the sounds of nature,
Spilling from the water and the wind.
Until at the last the horn booms out
Signalling that a yacht has won this race.