by Debbie Cannatella June 1992
Slowly the mainsail reaches toward
the sky, waiting to embrace the
wind that would fill its contour.
And comes, it does, with a secret hush.
White lungs expand as the sail
breathes deeply, giving rise
to life on lake near shore.
I hear a cry above and spot
the laughing gull glide beyond
the mast with grace and ease.
The same wind supports him
that carries me in Asterix. Every
breath of wind the helmsman reads
with the honor that one would hold
for a lifetime friend. The relationship
is clear between these two, the
wind that caresses, and the man
that respects. And in disguise of
hull and transom, hiding under
boom and lines, Asterix becomes the
bond that holds the two as one.
And when apart, he calls them back again.