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.