first draft, A quick flash

By maisie

Mon, 29 Aug 2016

With a speed of the heart,

Lean out, catch the wind

in the sail. Grasp the tiller -

with one hand.

The sun shines on the boat

and mirrors in the lake.

I'm lost between the real

and unreal -

For all the time that I'm

not caught, by a hand

on the tiller. A quick flash

of sunlight.

Perch rises, far below

by the sunken helicopter

drawn there by the forces

of Nature...

The wind in the air, the

sun in my hair. The fish

far below, the boat lifts

on the wave...