Downwind and Across
Just past the jetty, a pair of sails.
You watch as it slowly pushes into the tide,
moves slowly forward, out to sea.
It is a day of light winds,
uncertain and changing and you feel at home,
content to wait for the wind to settle
and gain strength, to make your sea path
more certain, whether downwind or across it,
Your destination decides nothing,
It is the wind and currents that decide
the path. And the path is all.
About this poem.
A poem about sailing. A poem about the state of my life right now.
The picture was taken in Provincetown, MA.
Tom
Quarry House 
Sailing is the true love of my life, besides my wife, kids, dogs and cats! I love your poetry, photos and comments! God bless! Dr. Jim Brown
Nothing like sailing. It has a spiritual feel to it. You can keep your motorboats.
I love the shape of sailboats, the sails fully deployed. There is something almost spiritual about it. But I was always terrified in a sailboat, that the wind would turn the boat over. Have you ever been in a small plane when the pilot did a stall? Same feeling. White knuckles.