The Poems of David Garlick
The other day in quiet mood, I sank into a reverie, contemplating timeless truths, ships of state, a navel gaze. And focusing upon my lap, which lay revealed to meet my needs; my thoughts in thanks dwelt upon the uses of my folded self. Anatomically a useful shelf, for all those things we do […]
When I have a need to write, I go to the spring with my bucket. There the limped waters wait silently for me, enticing me, with a force I do not understand, to pause before dipping my bucket, oh so slowly, into the chilly pool at my feet. The outside bottom rim meets the […]
The elegance of your mobile tail fascinates me, quiet, gentle movements, cat sign language, all your own. From a mere twitch to sweeping lashing swings, so sensitive yet fluent, the echoes of your thoughts. You are a tranquil, beautiful creature, one moment, then next, a killing machine, stalking unwary prey. I watch with awe the […]
With main out full, the outhaul off, halyard slack and back stay loose. We’re now set to run or gibe and cover all our friendly foes. To run or reach and where’s the tide? What will the other skippers do? Now is the time we must decide. Or ground we gained we soon can lose. […]