Sailing With My Father – #poem

Sailing With My Father 

 

Historically a quiet man with an

extraordinarily dry wit

 

When sailing your quietude

became fierce, sailing on

the edge

 

The hand with a piece of shrapnel

from a war on the tiller, holding

steady

 

Face turned windward, eyes

noting obstacles, checking

cat tail direction

 

The rush of wind caught to

fill the sails

 

We were happy.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dedicated, in Love and Memory, to my father, Mahlon Hendrickson Dunn, Jr., 1914-1992 / Until we meet again.

 

© Jessan Dunn Otis, August 6, 2018

4 thoughts on “Sailing With My Father – #poem

  1. Jessan Dunn Otis Post author

    Happy that you came across this, again, John. I’ll take small credit for prodding you to resuscitate and review old floppy discs of missed poems. Perhaps you and I can try, again, to get together to talk about your writing. What say you, please, John? P.S. “two” = too.

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