engine idle just beyond the
\nancient boathouse
\nriver calm and waiting silent
\nto the weed beds
\nand the spaces vast, beyond<\/p>\n
ease the throttle slowly forward
\nhear the engine twist propeller
\nfeel the hull engage the water
\nsee the bow rise, stand above it
\nknow the speed in dagger wind<\/p>\n
hear the power of the engine
\nslice the rhythm of the waves
\nhear the sharp staccato slapping
\nchanting heart’s unending hammer
\nforging music of the wind<\/p>\n
autumn’s leaves possess the islands
\nriot of a subtle kind
\nsky a sapphire hymn of angels
\ntaunting waves to know the blue
\nand the spaces vast, beyond<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I took a run down the river to the marina to store the boat for the winter. (#949) Continue reading