Sailing on a calm sea,
For far less time than
Other sailors and crewmen
Soon it is not sailing, but
Soaring, over a calm sea
On a safe hand-glider
Sailing it is, once again
For a brief period only
She is able to glide
Most of the time
Sail, just for the ease
When the boat tips,
Slight water fills.
Before cleaning it up,
She is pushed overboard
Without the trust,
That she will find her way
Back, ever to the hand-glide
Probably never, to the boat
-Poem Fanatic
Beautiful! I love poems and tales about the sea :) even if it is used metaphorically as in this poem :)
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