by Courtney Edwards
I am still idling in an azure sea and waiting for wind which moves me to adventure, the kind that Hydra deserves. I resent shadows of soaring seagulls encroaching on my cabin windows, mocking my failing wings. I mourn the mast, my eager sentinel who waves a lifeless flag like a clothespin holding a limp bed sheet. Their reflection becomes an eerie apparition in calm waters. My wretched spirit trapped between blue and gray swirling, stippled paint. Sunlight travels quickly, bounding off blue ripples dancing on my bow side, performing a Chinese ribbon dance. Shimmering satin flickers on white fiberglass, slowing into rhythmic waves which trace the pulse of my Heart finally settling into the shape of a trembling tortoise shell. Still no sign of wind. I lean slightly, lurch and sway. Even Aeneas knew never to linger, I cry looking toward the forsaken shore, looking —smaller, now a green-leafed crocodile snuggles the gray sea blanketed by an orange sunset. Still I stand tall admiring the great distance between sand and horizon gained silently.
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