My plans to retrace Captain Cook's unfinished voyage have been postponed a year while I work on the next Marine Diesel Basics book and get my new boat SV Oceandrifter ready for sea.
Falling from the World
Falling from the world
to be reborn in water;
cold, astonishing, threatening sometimes.
Alone, with beings who visit often.
Alive, with so much work and joy.
Food tastes good.
Warmth from the sun, and the stove.
The wind on my cheeks drives the boat forward.
To where? To what?
I do not know.
I am afraid sometimes,
ambushed by loneliness too often;
Content in ample solitude.
Concerned at the world I have left behind,
loving her in the only way I know, it seems.
Cold with the rain.
Madness, of course;
all the world knows that.
As I once knew, and have forgotten.
What will tomorrow bring?
I do not know. I do not care.
© Dennison Berwick 2010