Why sail the sea?
why chase wavelets
flitting in front of the bow,
leading paths
into a vision of lonely solitude?

Because I see a lonely freedom
racing under the wind
fighting the sun and the stars

A vast delusion of similitude;
each wave follows in the wheeling path of another,
but it's never the same,
a difference,
a silent, unique verse
pulls the water of the rains along

Wind pulls me
in a different direction than my feet

This is a kind of chaos I can dance in