Riding a Hurricane
by Derek Gregory
Blue-green water breaks
on the bow of the ship,
everything shakes.
As the nose of the ship
works its way
out of the water
she moans
joining the soulful
meddle of the sea.
Swells move
slow rising high
then drop quickly
falling off the edge
of the earth.
The ships structure
vibrates with each crashing cap.
We sit
laugh
and look
to one another
each excited but nervous.
The hurricane
turnes and traps
us against the Virginia coast.
APR 99
03/26/2003
