that boat was too small <br />for this trip to the other island <br />the ladies sat next to me <br />and they were all silent <br />to the sounds of the waves <br />just beside us and i knew <br />that with just one mistake, <br /> <br />one mistake from the boatman <br />that boat would have sunk <br />but lo, how the boatman took <br />the boat was kind of a very <br />skilled skipper of the waves <br />of the stormy sea like he was one <br />surfer in California taking sides <br />with each wave with so much <br />art and beauty carefully scaling <br />where safety lied and where <br />danger waited for an ambush <br /> <br />i was looking at each side <br />of the huge waves until <br />we reached Crocodile Island <br /> <br />of course the ladies knew that <br />it was no longer a joke but <br />a matter of a skilled boatman <br />making a choice between <br />life and death. <br /> <br />we chose life and the ladies and <br />the boatmen very well knew it. <br /> <br />the waves were too big for the <br />small boat but our silence was <br />even bigger. we survived.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stormy-sea-2/
