There was a magical time almost 20 years ago when my friend Linda invited me on sailing trip with her brother Robert and his wife, Peggydawn on their sailboat called the Oneness. It was a 10-day sail from Punta Gorda, Florida to Key West and the Dry Tortugas. Here is the Oneness at anchor in the lagoon of a ring of mangrove islands about halfway between Key West and the Dry Tortugas.
And this is Robert and Peggydawn aboard the Oneness back then.
I was moved to write some poetry on that trip, so indulge me...
Anchored snugly in the fishbowl at Marquesas Key,
We watch the sun slip silently behind the glassy sea.
Its last rays reaching and giving up the light,
For the moon high above to reign over the night.
Far from the bustle of Mallory square,
Whose celebrated sunset just doesn't compare
To the peaceful solitude of Marquesas Lagoon
Under a sky lit only by a pale half moon.
Anyway you get the idea that it was a special trip. This photo was taken at Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas where we explored the Civil War era fort and snorkeled along teeming reefs in the crystal clear waters. It was my first experience snorkeling.
It's incredible to be witness and right in the middle
of a reef teeming with life; beside which we seem little.
A great barracuda slips silently from the dark,
Yet you've seen nothing 'til you've been ignored by a shark.
And so now it's been a long, long time. And I was blessed to be invited for another sail aboard the Oneness with Linda, Robert and Peggydawn. Here she lies waiting in the canal behind Robert and Peggydawn's house in Punta Gorda.
Robert takes the helm as we motor out of the canal.
We awaken the pelicans roosting in the mangroves.
As we enter Charlotte Harbor we see we are not alone. A sailing regatta is underway over there.
As Robert prepares the sail. The Oneness is a 36-foot Nonsuch, with a large single sail and a wishbone boom.
This reminds me of another poem I wrote on that first trip when I was a sailing novice:
Ropes
Lots of ropes
Different colors, different sizes.
But never too many
Ropes
Only they are not called ropes
They're called lines
And each line is tied off with its own special
Knot
Lots of knots
And each knot has a name
Like cleat hitch and bowline
And some others
A novice isn't expected
To remember
And then the sail was up, and we were sailing!That's the moment all the cares of the world melt away. It didn't take long because I don't have as many worldly cares as I once had, lol.
There was the sparkle of the sun on the water...
Peggy relaxing...
Everyone finds their own kind of fun. Some like power and speed...
And some prefer serenity...
Peace and quiet can be found here too.
Power and Speed...
Or serenity...which do you prefer?
Speed and power...
Ah...
No power, no speed, too bad. Call Sea Tow.
Sometimes we had our hoo-wah moments of speed and the boat heeling over.
And then it was time to lower the sail and return to the canal before sunset.
Others are waiting to enjoy sunset from the jetty.
Coming home...
Peggydawn is ready with the boat hook.
Days on the water do seem timeless...
Unfortunately, time does march on and ends do come. This may be my last sail on the Oneness, as she is for sale. It is time. It is a beautiful boat and well-maintained, so when she sells, I am sure she will continue to provide peaceful enjoyment to some lucky folks for years to come.
While strains of a love song waft over the breeze,
We're wishing these moments of time we could freeze.
To retrieve sometime later when the world closes in,
And bring us back to the Oneness, full sail in the wind.
I wish I could tell them how much it all means
To be part of this voyage, the dream of all dreams.
But perhaps they know for I've heard them say,
How much happiness they've brought in this very way.
God bless Robert and Peggydawn and Linda too,
For all the wonderful things they do.
For when you give to others, you are truly blessed,
And when you love one another, you have passed His test.
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