The bow carved a sharp signature
through oceans charm; a moment
of perfection.
It was a revival of solitude,
a refuge, seamless, unhurried,
exposing soft edges.
The wind was well mannered. The boat
maintained its space, cutting a pathway
from inspired design, slicing through
without compromise.
The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, half
submerged yet sober to commands,
tilting the craft into the earths
axis.
Roger Singer 