The main event
I see you lying in the shadows
Grime-covered, keel upturned
Alongside the very slipway
That offers entry to your true element
The fulfillment of your created nature.
On the horizon hundreds delight
In the shared experience
Skimming waves, negotiating difficulties
Colourful wind-filled sails
Propelling them forward
In the sheer jubilation of living.
Round the Island Race – 19th June 2010