Galloping on the Sea
Bestride a bow of the catamaran,
I ride the swells and troughs of the sea.
My legs dangle over the startling turquoise
that lifts and drops me, lifts
and drops and lifts the boat
over and over, the afternoon long.
In the catamaran saddle, all of me loose,
all of me trusting, letting the waves
have their way— my body sways,
riding, riding the galloping sea.
©Susa Silvermarie 2016
