The sloop Sonya burst her mooring






The sloop Sonya burst her mooring

In southerly gusts, drifted helpless

Across the harbor

(As I am helpless without you.)



Brushed along the rocks of

Burton's peninsula, striking painfully

(As my heart strikes hard shards

of loneliness.)



She went aground at last

just south of the unfinished hulls.

(As I am aground and desolate

in your absence.)



We went to take her off with Skip One.

(There was a hard squall just

as the tide was coming full.)

Duncan worked the foredeck

Bruce was aft with lines.



I, on the helm, was lost dreaming

of my distant love.  The rose you

gave me is above the wheel

(soft pink petals like the flower

of your sex I ache to touch.)



Sonya is now free of hurt and secured



Pull me from this wintry beach

Float me again on the sea of your love.