The Soft Sail -

The wind was not playing like usual,
no darting in and out of the canvas,
silently hiding, the boat sitting idle,  
wading up and down, all depending  
on the stiff water that bathed the  
sides of the boat.
There were a few birds that seemed
interested in what was happening
below, their view taking in more than
I could see, their awkward songs
told me what I needed to know.
The clouds became dark and the
winds gathered to fill my sail, giving  
me a possible chance to stay ahead
of the storm that was closing in on
my position, giving me a chance to  
make it to shore.
Written by BeginningPoet
Published | Edited 22nd Sep 2020
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