These waters are unstable, roughly unpredictable.
A keen eye should be kept to the bow.
Hand clenched on the side of the wooden vessel,
for a moment I take in its grain, its make.
Been in such waters before.
Her sail let loose in a slap,
took more than one pair to wrestle that white.
Even now something unexpected begins to stir.
Out in the distance a figure,
a man. My heart least expects.
Kind eyes I see, in the midst of violent waves.
Smiling soft lips move to his calm words.
I’m drawn, compelled.
Calm down oh soul, what if
it’s not him. Yet he waits,
welcoming me to join him among the shifting waters.
Tides and waves, boats and sails--
what are you compared to this love?
No mind do I give you,
for you are nothing compared to him.
Rise I do. Hand free of wooden barricade.
Look these feet walk over too. It is him I see.
Yet what if these eyes deceive me?
The wet I feel all around me.
Rough hands to which I do cling.
Oh yes, it is surely he.
Lovingly he raises me,
and together we dry in the hull.