Adventure By Sail Poem by Janine Ballingall

For the Sojourner, the ocean is a free rite of passage; carried along by the rhythm of life, rolling, merging freely without borders,
Fluid harmony of wind and waves, alive and beautiful.
The vulnerability of a tiny vessel, heeling, as it etches forward against the current; feeling the mastery of the craft gliding gracefully as it tacks,
Yet to be reconciled and rest easy by the yoke of the wind and cushioning of waves, in turn - but for now,
The harnessing, the billowing - the wind captivates the sails…tells a tale
Salt sea sprays from itinerant waves, the procession of sweet pelts peck the hull
Like the remote sound of a ripple of clapping, tendrils of water smooth over its face
And, as it leaves its host, the sea sounds hollow again
Bounding on in open waters, amidst a wild flurry of flying foam from choppy swell
Surfing sovereign ocean reaches…
…. Ocean delights where water and craft become one.