Sailing Companion
Early on, this elegant Siamese
explored our decks at steep angles,
daring the waves to carry him off.
Burrowed in cockpit cuddies when seas were rough,
wandered out to sample the fare on other boats,
leaped on breakwaters as if they were his palace wall,
even swam to shore to chase a snake into poison ivy.
Now so old we call him Methuselah
he often gives hard stares
from the safe curve of a full sail
or the navy cushions below
where he waits for stable docks
beyond these slippery surfaces.
From "Snapshots," The Essential Rudder: North Channel Poems (Finishing Line Press, 2008)
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