Light Air
by Willie Blevins
Be Quiet, don’t move or the cat’s paw will pass you by unattended
Whistle, rub the backstay, the sailors equivalent of “spare change?”
When the water looks like a freshly cleaned mirror, light a cigar, blow some bubbles,
Adjust the helm for maximum shade
Pretend twelve knots of wild-flower fresh breeze is coming in over the quarter
and
Make the sails believe it.