Dreams of the Sea
Sitting proud
On a flat estuary
My ship is taking water
(the seagulls are voracious).
Passing bland islands
Floating debris scars
Our meandering wake.
Sailing to windward
The luff rattles,
Our prow scintillates
The flat Firth.
Nearing Chanonry,
The narrows beckon,
Laughing dolphins cavort.
Standing to larboard
Shoulder to the future
Plimsoles on the camber
Of the wet deck.
© Brian Crawford Young 2017