I'M Sitting Aft Poem by noel maddock
I'M Sitting Aft
In oilskins
Riding big dippers
Bowing to the
Foredeck up on haunches
Right hand loose on
Mizen stay
Left hand raised
Conducting
Leaning back from ocean wall
Forward shunted
Boots swirl in
Sacred water
Blood brother wild
Siphons through the scuppers
Elemental child
Balanced
Whence such bravura?
Whither such ease?
How did I lose it?
Why still the need?
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