Eventually It quietened down enough for me to throw this poem together.
I am trying to express how much I enjoyed a recent boat trip in Greece.
In the golden days of a warm yellow June
bare brown feet astride, humans in tune, a rock and roll ride
we skid and slide with the glide, over wind sculpted
wild oceanic hydro planes.
Toes and heels curl and dig at the sand course teak
fold and uncurl in rhythm, a salt briny rhyme
bunches of herbs, sage marjoram garlic and thyme
sway in the lines and rigging above.
They flavour our fortune, ward off the grave
appease forces of peril as we pilgrims
forge our pelagic Camino
