Poetry

Order out of Chaos

Order out of Chaos

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Pelican Alley

Pelican Alley

Pelican Alley

While fingers caress the hissing froth

The pelican shoots the rolling trough

With a languid flap of his graceful wing

He surmounts the foamy crested thing

A side slip down its back and then

He shoots along the trough again.

Robert L. Mason

The GAMBELLA
The GAMBELLA

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Moon Ship

It was a warm summer night and the schooner GAMBELLA stretched her pretty legs. Countless hours of my personal attention were paying dividends as she moved south with a nimble grace. The Bay* was smooth and flat. The tide was on the flood and a gentle breeze was steady over the port quarter. Then a full Moon rose over the East Bay hills and its muted light danced on the surface of the water.

Oh, to linger in that reflection,

A brief passage of near perfection.

Dream-like it was, but alas it was real.

It needed some water under the keel.

I knew we were running out of bay,

But didn’t want it to end that way.

I made an image to hang on my wall,

And in it GAMBELLA still stands tall.

The hiss of the wake’s trailing froth,

The creak of the rig working aloft,

These things I hear when I can see

The rare moment that transported me.

So when life’s voyage comes to an end

I’d make that passage once again.

And if to heaven I have gone

There I’ll sail her on and on.

R. L. Mason

Mendocino, CA

2009

* San Francisco Bay circa 1976

 

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