Near To Marconi (At Sully Island) Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

I wish you could be
my cheerleader
when I push my boat
into this frisky sea
to see your dot on the shore
your thoughts dashing across
this hackled, cat-fur water

A radio I would become
crackle, and down my mast
a simple message
and if lucky, a crystal look
not see, but know your face
framed with a sharp cut
arms around knees
compact and neat
like a bright diode
with your gaze aimed
at another country
and if lucky, get me
some courage, amplified
just enough to win the race
just enough to win
just enough