Another poem from our friend Susan O'Toole.
GOOSE By the wobble of the "Goose!" In the shudder of the rudder & the shadow of the stern. A mug of tea & bolt hole for a wee while... Then Topside, to watch the World's wild dance of molecules, move with the sea. "Goose" on side sail, strokes this cool curve of rolling moon, rocking In the arms of the Ocean, coming in & out of view passing in time & space, bearing off the falling wind into the sails.