Blimey

(co-written by Elder Wombat)

Now, what’s that on the water?
Something’s underway.
If you knew what I know
you’d have nothing to say.

The rivers roll on
and the surface ripples.
Waves crest and fall,
tiller rides with purpose, simple:

We sail straight for the belly
of the saber sea tooth cat.
It’s time to cross the wind, mates.
Hold onto your hats.

So loose up and find a balance.
Beasts smile across the islands.
How does the breeze whistle news?
Blimey, feels good all the way from the shoes.

(5/9-11/2017 – North Road, Blue Mounds, Wisconsin & Adams Point, Oakland, California)

 

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