The Poems of David Garlick
“Bare off, bare off.” The sheets were eased, as the Weather mark flashed by. “Ready for the Spinnaker?” The answer came back, “aye”. So they hauled on the halyard and the chute popped out the bag, to fall into the water as the shackle hit a snag. “God damn you stupid bastards,” yelled the skipper […]
The boats about us beating are eager for the fray. As bow-to-bow we cleave the waves that march across the bay. We have a good position, to windward of the fleet but gradually the faster boats edge up and past us creep. “Get up, Get up” they call to us, our tell tales all […]
As round the start line sailboats wheel, to read the course and feel the wind. The ballet of this ancient sport unfolds before the watchful eye. The count down signaled with gun and flag; so each may mark his allotted time. For then positioning begins, to try to make the perfect start. The right […]
The phone spoke in my ear. “Do you want to go fishing?” Sure, I said, where are we going? “First Lake.” The voice said. Do you have a Fresh Water license?” No but I’ll pick one up, on the way. The truck bounced over ruts and brimming pot holes. Trees gathered around. The clouds […]