Image: Nina Bisognani
To sail!
To fly on water, skimming, soaring
Attached to the world by the barest touch
A ripple here, a wake there, then gone.
To fly on water, skimming, soaring
Attached to the world by the barest touch
A ripple here, a wake there, then gone.
To sail!
To feel the wind pushing me towards something
No backward looks or hesitation
Ever forward, ever faster, ever fleeing.
To sail!
To be inside the sky and canopied by clouds
Colors changing with every minute
Now blue, now gold, now rose.
To sail!
To breathe deeply, to beat with my own pulse
Weights and worries flying off my shoulders
Only here, only now, nothing else.
And then…
To home.
Within the sheltered embrace of the harbor
Solid ground, roots and rock support me
Safe, protected, content to be.
Home. But better for having flown.
Barbara Ryther