We steamed along the coastline,

From the shore

A dot of a yacht.

In turn, the land for me

Danced back and forth.

Cliffs dipped,

Headlands bowed,

A beach was sheathed,

A blade of sable light.

Gently, the land stood back,

Visual murmurs of its presence

Shadows in a November dusk:

Last glimpses of earth

Before the great open water.

Goodbye, I thought,

Uncertain, detaching

And turned.

I was under way.

14th July 2021 – after Biscay, November 1982.

One thought on “Passage.

  1. One feels the sense of solitary on the deck, broken light upon the water, heading West on a great adventure. A deftly captured departure. Beautiful brush-strokes.

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