Light Air

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


Make the sails believe it.