Pelagic Camino

I spent yesterday afternoon lazing in the warm sunny rays, trying not to be annoyed by all of my neighbours noisy garden power  tools. Mowers, blowers and jet washers.
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