DEEP CONVICTIONS

Between Lines

    Under the guise of  self protection I ventured out into a sea of wonder, tonight.  My engineer says that this motor is well and although the weathers nice, we should take it into port.
  The wind builds the sail as if it were the wind blowing through the golden hairs of a young maiden. The curves of this ship, hold its weight up in this water and even if it's rocking, it steers well against its current.
  Up ahead, a swell came upon us, as we steered into it. I took the challenge head on and I wasn't gonna let getting wet ever deter me from any of my goals.
   I held fast to her ropes and rode it in with iron in my veins and my teeth a grit, one had to have a great set, to be heading into her like this, but I pushed forward the quickest way to get passed anything is to do that for sure.
   There were times, I wanted to give up:.. just take a break. I wanted an intermission for sure. I didn't know if I was sweating or just covered in the mother's juices. But either way I felt alive.
  We started to take on water.
   I turned my pumps up.
   You could hear the rhythm of the long strokes of this bilge pump.  It's sucking and pushing doing well. I thought for sure she had been well maintained.
In.
  Out and in again.
I watch the pistons long stroke knowing it had its place on her for sure. This vessel with all its little quirks ran well in the storm today.
   A push over for sure,  the calm of the storm came to gaze down upon me. And a micro burst came down upon me, I tell ya. She came upon my face like a banshee sent from above. The sounds this vessel made as we tested these seas unseen.
    I gasped for air but there was little I could do. I knew what I was getting into when I walked out that door this morning and I didn't think I was going to have to work this pump so hard. But it was coming in so fast that I slowed my pace.
I had to think clearly.
    Wretched am I, but I push on.
   I'm hungry, and I ate all that it could throw at me today. I feel as though Coming to this point, that we have worked harder than we had all day but I didn't want to push to hard, for this vessel was taking all she could handle.
   I, against the elements, my friend. The sun on our backs and the wet from above and below have me more concerned. A lightning strike started a fire on the deck.
   There was friction in the long stroke in our pump.
  I lose nothing as this motor tires. Floating on millions of gallons of water, I lay. The clouds passing look like lovers in the sky twisting there way in and out of view and I swear, I can see Calypso herself in the eyes of the storm falling upon me with all her weight. 
   I can hear my bones creaking along with moans and groans of this grand ship, a true mistress. Watching the rise and fall of her stern was like the rocking of a baby swing. Soothing in a way. I love the excitement of driving things that are hard to control.
  This boat had all the amenities a man could want. She could practically sail herself.
Frustrated was I.
My muscles tighten and my eyes clenched, a streak of lightning cut the sky, and I could see the swell building and so I held fast to the wheel of destiny. Tightening up, I can here the roars of oceanic passions unfolding.
I looked into Calypso and starred down on her, as she toppled me over in the rage of her desires. She tried to break me. She tried to push me. Calypso wore me with every attempt to weaken me.
But I, a seasoned sailor, couldn't be discouraged. I pushed on.
I laid on my back holding tight, checking my mentality, ensuring an even breath between the smashing waters against this hull. The sounds of these spanking seas reverberated into the sky as thunder.
The devil had a bet on my soul this night, I'm sure.
I tied myself to the helm and grabbed the hand rail, listening to these sounds realizing a short moment of peace. A moment of clarity.
The sounds be in the moment, that calms you when the adrenaline passes.
I knew the only way out, was to take control of this ship and steer her into the finish. We have a place to be. And I want to finish with her, indeed.
I drop the anchor and steer for port. I look starboard and I watch as it all passes over me. I feel a wave of emotions as I smell the works I've put us through tonight. This lil ship inspires me to be a better sailor. A better person.
The waves are still pushing but the winds have calmed and as we come into the bay, the sun sets behind the storm in the distance and I relax to the sounds of sucking from the bilge pump. Sucking the last little juices left at the bottom.
The passing clouds look like old pirate ships sailing the night sky, shooting lightning from one to the other.
Our days come and go with challenges all their own. It felt good to let go of my bags of yesterday, to just enjoy sailing through my life in the present.
   Do your best always. Even if it wrong.