sailing in search of an endless sunrise
Last night was a swirl of squalls with heavy rain, but tonight the moon has drenched everything in a crystal blue and the ocean, she is mellow. It’s 11 pm. We are on a broad reach headed straight south at a snails pace. Not much wind to be had. Sometimes the night watches are endless, …
When I close my eyes all I see are big blue waves. Rolling towards me. They wail. They howl. They thunder. Like a pack of blue banshees. I make the banshees melt by pressing my fingers lightly onto my eyelids. They melt into a thousand dancing suns. Now I feel all high and dry again. …
Everything is liquid and vibrating, inside and out. So much water. Waves as tall as castles. They crash onboard with their fairytales. They toss Juniper up into the air or knock her rails down into the water. They tell Juniper that she will melt into the sea then turn into an octopus. Juniper likes the …
Last night I saw so many shooting stars. And a star that moved like a ship and a ship that moved like a star. Perhaps It wasn’t a ship at all, it didn’t transmit AIS and looked like a ghost, all hazy and candlelit, moving along the horizon. It sailed along in a cloud of …
Sunrise this morning tasted cherry. I swallowed a lot of reds and purples and yellows. After it rose, I closed my eyes and looked up in the direction of the sun. I like the fluorescent patterns that the sun makes behind my eyelids while the boat dances around. It’s the greatest abstract art I’ve ever …
Breakers. Water. Ocean. Fracture zone. Strong Rippling Observed Here. Lava. South Equatorial Current. These are the things that I see on my chart for the ocean that surrounds us. Yes sometimes it just says water or ocean, as if next to the water was a mountain or block of ice that meets the water, but …
It’s 3:30 a.m. and we are about to cross the equator. The mermen don’t wanna rise from their slumber to celebrate. They have dashed my visions of a party with champagne and a ukulele sing-along. Visions of a party with someone wearing my flamingo costume and the rest of us in my wet floral dresses. …
I feel like we are moving towards the equator at the pace of a dying lizard that is dragging its body across the sand and towards the shade of a palm tree, so that it can die with a shred of dignity. But the catch is, whatever is killing the lizard is dragging it back …
Yesterday I received a message from someone. They wrote, “Be careful carrying on conversations with other vessels out there. They could be outlaws.” If we are on a collision course I gotta talk to the other vessel. Plus, if I befriend a pirate or an outlaw or a villain, won’t they have a harder time …
The wind is screaming. She screams, “You said you wanted me. Here I am, baby.” I scream back, “I wanted you, but not like this! You’re drunk. And you’re a mean drunk. On moonshine you lack all control! And when you have no control, I have no control! Look at you, you can’t even blow …
