I Ride The Prow Poem by Barry Middleton

I ride the prow in bucking through the inlet
the turquoise wake is dressed in white lace

smaller boats fight through rough water
rise and fall like life, decks collapsing in foam

we yell like savages ready for the kill
till quieter waters come to calm the blood

where blue turns to black the dolphins
race and play beside us in a game

as if to say one life is given, land or sea
they seem to wish we'd join the revelry

at end of day and heading into port I recall
a primal memory, ancient sea dreams linger

I rest upon the stern to summon better times
a peaceful home deep in the sea's rhythm