Concrete Poem (Text)

The wind wails

Heading across the channel

Crisscrossing through the swells

From shoreline to shoreline

The boat leans

Nearly kissing the water

With its rails

The main is pulled inward

It takes the strength of two men

To just inch the traveler further port

Then it happens.

The boat jerks port

Swings upward

And now is dead

In the water

The main flaps in the wind

The boom swinging about

The hull rises and falls.

The smell of diesel

Now beckons

After the overpowering

Of the wind