Note: Today, Bastet and I are trying an experiment together. We will each in our own choice of format write a piece inspired by Erik Satie’s Gymnopedies. She has chosen to paint words to Gymnopedie No. 3 for guitar and I have chosen to write free verse to Gymnopedie No. 1 for piano. Reading suggestion: these pieces were written to music…try reading the sketches while listening to the musical piece. Each one with it’s own Gymnopedie. Bastet went even further in her twin post by adding lovely pictures to the collaboration. Check it out!
We left the port of Djibouti at dawn, full sails raised to catch the wind, the catamaran seemed to fly as we headed out into the Indian Ocean…general direction Yemen. Two small children and three adults. No motor noise just the wind, the shrouds and sheets pinging, an occasional groan from the hulls. Spray shoots out from our wake.
One of the children, loses his breakfast and needs comfort…he sits and helps his mom hold the rudder, his head leaned against her. Two hours out to sea…we drop the sails and anchor.
I go into the galley and pull out breakfast…a thermos of coffee, some tea and some milk…a package of croissants. There’s now a canvas covering the main deck to protect us from the sun. We eat on deck as the “cat” rises and falls with the movement of the sea below us. Sea-sickness now banished!
The middle deck between the two hulls has a hatch that opens onto the sea itself…we swim and splash under and near the boat…children love their life jackets that doesn’t let them sink! These are tethered to the boat.
Talking…lounging…eating…singing…swimming: the day passes as the sun marks the hours… we put on a cassette and lay back for a siesta…5:00…we raise sails and begin to tack towards Djibouti, home. Finally…the wind is behind us and we raise the spinnaker just for the joy of seeing it balloon out in all its majesty!
Arriving at our berth…we tie down the cat…sails lowered and stored she looks nude and forlorn.
The land pitches beneath our feet.
One Breath, Two Steps
One breath, two steps, short life stretched on tall grass
He stands waiting for her loveliness
She is cocoa tresses, wide eyes and smiles
Fresh, new, lit, like needed summer storms
True love’s onset is unplanned, unwonted
He welcomes her presence, orison in distress
To laugh, stay, utter wise follies in a refuge far
Once more, no more, words lost, a world tossed
One could be the sun, the other, the moon
She, still, light, some days not bright,
He, moves on, phasing between moods
One, glimpse, perchance, he lingers obscurely
Past the dawn to see her at her weakest hour
Paths uncrossed on courses of split destinies
Beyond beauty and time memories bind
Two portraits in a concealed locket
Never lost, suspended for ever.
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We hope you’ve enjoyed our experiment as much as we did preparing it for you!