A Sailors Heaven

Warm breeze

A rush of excitement

As that boat approaches

A warm breeze

Brushes my face

Anticipation

As we pass the line

He screams,

Hoist the gib

Pull up the main

Hoping

That I'll be the human spinnaker pole

Heave

Heave

“Whoosh” as the breeze fills the sail

Happiness fills my eyes

The water rushes onto the gunnel

What a lovely sailing day

As a warm breeze

Brushes my face