Low pressure moving in and winds are picking up Should we call it? Is it too much? Feet step nimbly over lines on docks dappled with the first drops Worried looks among the crew But we’ve come too far. We’ll see it through A cold splash from the rough and briny sea makes us feel alive Now its lines and helm, plan the tack Focus girls, we’re underway The other team, from the east coast They’re used to this, and it shows. We struggle to keep up Chopping waves toss and bounce, then all at once We drop Time stands still and we stare into the mouth of a giant I wonder what I will hit when it hits us. A moment, a face, an image which will last forever The last moment. I wish I could hold on But the moment is gone. Why am I here, with a light blinking on my shoulder Floating far from the people I love? They pull me up. Dad’s strong arms the only steady thing in the stormy sea Eyes wide, straining through the stinging wind and salty spray She was there with me I still see her face Where is she now? Her father’s voice screams her name with a panic I have never heard Everything in him struggling to push through a hole too small, to get out and find her Where is she? Where is she? It never felt like long enough. How could we let go?
