It started out a lovely day
March breezes softly blew.
I pulled my sailboat to the lake
my wife the only crew.
But as we launched, clouds drifted in,
cool wind began to gust.
It was my crewmate’s first assist,
some training was a must.
My boat was small with open hull,
no keel, just centerboard.
I turned her bow into the wind
set sail and ran from shore.
She heeled to starboard on a reach,
my wife was seated there.
The gunnels touched the water line,
her eyes were wide with fear.
I yelled commands to no avail
above the roar and mist.
My crew was frozen to the rail
despite the awkward list.
The water finally breached the side
and roused her from the trance.
She crossed the hull and glared at me
with malice in her glance.
I took the hint and made for port,
riding with the wind.
I’d have to find another crew
‘fore I could sail again.