First Voyage Poem by Gert Strydom

On the bobbing small boat
where wave after wave does wash over it
there is continual instability
where it is facing a stormy wind that makes it rock,
is almost rhythmically strong
and lightning bolts do bash down fiercely and unbounded wild
with swishing waves
followed by rain that falls so fiercely that people are coughing,
that the planks do tremble with every wave,
do almost snap while mauling waves do continually strike
with tons of water that continually smack
before the sail is raised
where the first sailors do face the wild ocean
and set their backs to the mainland.

© Gert Strydom