Eve Sailing


Eve Sailing

She thought sail boats
would be different,
but she got sick
as a slumped dog
while he wailed histrionically, belly whaled
over the deck, though his legs, their hair thick
as baleen, manned the stairs
to down below–

There had to be a bus home, she thought,
when they anchored at Santa
Catalina and he ordered dindin, candlelit,
or, given that it was his home they were supposed
to return to,
a bus headed anywhere.

Yet the stars shone
when they boarded again
as beautifully as ever they do,
and the waves crocheted their light into lace
as is their way,

and he laughed and sang, a little drunk and the boat turning out
to have a motor,

while she, still feeling sickish, endowed
the hydrochloric scent that she remembered emanating
from the back of a Greyhound with some previously-unnoted romance,
as its headlights, in her mind’s eye,
swabbed the dark ahead;

in other words, all things were fully themselves
in that
night ocean.



This is a sort of poem for Real Toads open platform originally inspired by Gillena Cox’s prompt re sailing. The photos are mine from the Ruffino Tamayo Museum of Pre-Hispanic Art in Oaxaca, Mexico. 

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10 Comments on “Eve Sailing”

  1. So glad you answered Gillena’s prompt – loved “waves crocheted their light into lace” and the way you weaved in romance with belly-whales! Thanks for sharing.

  2. gillena cox Says:

    Oh I luv the “crocheted light” best of all your images

    Much love…

  3. I love how you mix the eternal waves and beauty with the grittiness of the greyhound bus… maybe we are in two places at the same time, your images are perfect as always .

  4. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    What a perfect tale of sailing both away and home. This is beautifully realized, karin.

  5. Candy Says:

    and which was worse – seasick or bus fumes? maybe it depends on who you’re with 😉

  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    Ha! Nice conclusion after a strangely enthralling tale.

  7. Marian Says:

    This makes me think that someone’s gotta hold back her baleen hair while she pukes overboard. 🙂 Been wanting to take my family whale watching, but am concerned about the motion-sickness factor for some. Lovely poem, anyway, really.

  8. Great response to the prompt. Love the way everything just flows, like a river becoming the ocean.

    Greetings from London.

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