Mother Careys Chickens

mother carey’s chickens scream as they slide just above wave height following our creaming wake as we plough forwards on to night. there is a peculiar type of silence in that dark not dark out here at sea more of a reverenced muted hush as the stars break suddenly free to pinpoint the arched non darkness as the waves break and hiss rolling surely around our hull like a mother’s all embracing kiss and the water seem to beckon me tempt me but mange somehow to fail night after night calling to me as I press hard against the rail and mother carey’s chickens heel and glide and swerve around joining their soulful calling to the other oceanic sounds and in the enclosure of the night midway to the approaching morn I can understand a call to dying for it seems far too far to dawn and the orchestra of nature still plays its solemn unconcerned air calling always calling for you to join it there there is a certain time when the will to win that fight seems to want to ebb away and then suddenly first light mother carey’s chickens salute you’ve managed to survive yet one more night at sea and come through it alive but our voyage is just started maybe it will prove too long and I or someone like me will succumb to the siren song mother carey’s chickens role and glide and scream dive through your sleep to enter into your dream it’s all part of fascination of a life spent on the sea as though I’m a part of nature and that same nature’s part of me