Patience - Virtue Series 01

Patience 

Knots and knots of gale 

crease the linings, fold white backwards.

Atlantic shallows run soft, 

laying smooth up on back mirror.

Bow cut, topple waves, memories fade,

but then, daggerboard juts.

Frozen in the middle of July.

Lulls, leeward, lacking, 

rogue clocks and Plymouth breeze. 

Placid water, 

glassy

sky,

reclines the back bottom of bay.

Jib tightens, boom brought in low. 

The run will return, I promise you;

but in the meantime, it’s okay to live this slow.

- JW