Swimming With Mermen
Mourning clang of sea bell,
Black bouy number ten
Marks open seastead for sailor,
Promising voyage.
Imagine satin-scaled mermen,
Tumbling muscles of fin,
Arms like wet sea shell, singing,
All the world in their eyes.
Read between the waves.
I know the risk but
Forever I've waited
For this crossroad:
Long dive from bowsprit,
Sweet-wailing past sea smoke to spume.
Zero moment point.
I, the only mermaid,
Swimming with mermen.
To read more nautical poetry: No Name Harbor, Poetry of Barbary Chaapel
To read the story of our 7 1/2 years of living aboard a thirty foot sailboat: Journey of the Snow Goose
For Appalachian poetry: Estuary, Poetry of Barbary Chaapel
photos and book ordering information: http://barbarychaapel.eveusa.com
Barbary Chaapel is the Sailing Editor for Wandering Educators