A Song for A-Soma…
I’ve fantasized about sailing one of these
Since I was sixteen
Almost sixty years
Tacking
At twenty knots across a blue lagoon
Skitting over wind whipped ripples
Nothing but everything blue or green
Nothing but everything perfectly clean
Nothing but my speed and perfect equilibrium
Nothing but my ten square metres of white sail
Set to perfection
Tacking
Dragonfly
Nothing but the fastest single hander afloat
Nothing but a distant whiteness
Nothing but an immensity of white
Nothing but my every atom pulling together
To perfection
Tacking to perfection
Flying in perfection
Dragonfly
Flying into nothing but a perfect whiteness
Flying into nothing but an immensity of white
Flying into nothing
Into nothing
Nothing but perfection
Words and image © David F. Brandon, 2025