Friday, July 6, 2018

- John Fitzsimmons

Old boat I have used you
grown dry and checked,
heavy on your timber cradle,
tired of all the bullshit
and messing.
Ripping the glass cloth
they laid on your keel
I felt the power
of a labored birth;
the stagnant smell of years
of damp-rot
and patchwork.
Neither am I proud
of your plywood deck, knowing
too well I wasn’t built
for ease of maintenance.
We repair each other
to our barest hulls,
and strengthened
work from there.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

_____________________ The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn _________________

I wish to spend as much time as possible at or on the sea, sailing, living quietly, independently, and according to a value system in which not economics but Simplicity, Openness, Curiosity, Meditation and Time are important. To honour this while being committed to and surrounded by the ones I love is my calling.