Cannot pick the roads
Beaches and headlands clear
Easing past one-by-one.
You know a few of the places,
But the beaches every one
People on them, barely seen
Peaceful in a sunny sky.
Weather is fair
Sea and swell so gentle
Winds following,
Sun strong. A joy to sail.
The boat in its little world,
The sea and the sky surround
Brown birds that swoop and dive
Skuas? Gannets? No-one knows.
The sea itself the pleasure
A fish goes flying over
Two dolphins come a little later
I wonder there’ll be a whale?
Joys they are but the magic
is the whole of that world
A boat, the wind, the sun
in a gentle glass cocoon
making way down the coast
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