I slip out of the harbor when I am welcomed
into the sea with a gentle pass along the stiff jetty.
Afternoon sails lift so high, ropes cleated,
a hit in the wind line, bow dropping, my gut

leaning. The surprise of salt spray in
a sweat-held face! Flinch-tight toes holding
against the increased gravity of a heeling deck.
Velocity, wave-skipping, my extra lunge into sky!

Hold me against the steady breeze, while
my senses lose their drag, find kinship with
the greater elements from which I laugh in storm.

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