Air of Autumn
The sailor starts his adventure,
and the sea accepts his overture.
Birds flock in flight as a multiple sum,
while the vessel acts like a lost drum.
The ocean is his unstable map,
and the waves continue to clap.
The chef races around the boat,
catching a cup of wind to stay afloat.
His eyes flicker like amber flames,
as he remembers nature's games.
Now, he becomes part of the sky.
His boat, a wooden cloud ready to fly.
Dedicated to my father Blaize Cooke
September 30th 1938 to February 1st 2010
He sailed from San Diego with a crew to Hawaii in the 1960s.
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
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