As Far As I Can Be From It
Jib sheet clinking against the mast
In the hot sun and cool breeze,
We climb small waves
Wondering what wonders await us—
Flying fish,
Dolphins or whales
Frolicking in the sea.
Aquamarine waters
Splash against the white of our hull.
A young spouse steering,
My crew, My lover
Out in the Pacific.
Clouds and storms far away,
No reason not to let the boat steer its way.
Later hours spent next to each other at the tiller,
Feeling the width of the horizon,
The depth of the sea,
The height of the sky,
Till the sun's last glow,
Leaves us with the twinkling stars
Bright as our iridescent wake.
The sails bring all these dimensions and forces
Together,
As we
Cross the universe,
One wave at a time.
Copyright 2025 Dennis Price
Bio:
Dennis Price
Lives in a sloppy house,
With his sloppy wife,
And two sloppy cats,
Who all sleep in a sloppy bed.
And eat sloppy joes for breakfast.
He’s making a sloppy living as a handyman.
He can be found at his sloppy desk--
Surrounded by sloppy pictures
Of his two sloppy adult kids--
Drawing with a sloppy sharpie,
Like the President of the sloppy United States.
When not playing sloppy pickleball,
In quiet sloppy moments
He writes sloppy poetry.
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