The Island

The Island
The Island

A sloop rode astride disparate shades of blue, the ocean looking as if Gauguin had paletted every tone of that color available in the universe. The lone boat sheered through, cutting the briefest of white swaths, which were deftly consumed by azure strokes of the artist’s brush. Wind sung in the lines, with slap of bow and gurgle of wake, a pleasant serenade.

There is a vitality that seems to exist at the Equator. Astride the foredeck, with one hand grasping a stainless steel stay, it’s smooth gnurling carried the feel of the wind’s energy, that traveled as a throbbing pulse into the core of a weather colored form, which peered off through the broad expanse of blue forever. Green eyes rapt with sapphire horizon, reflected in mid morning light, calmly observing. Mind wandering, as creation’s flow traveled from sail to wire to body, and down through brown feet astride the rough texture, of a cream colored deck.

Wind and Water
Wind and Water

The singing of the rigging rose in timbre as the breeze freshened. The sails tugged more insistently: going, some place.

On a downwind run, the little boat leapt forward and the tang of salt carried on the breeze imparted a hunger for eggs with pepper, something the sailor had not tasted in awhile.

Man and boat sought an island, which lay amongst the great strand of viridescent gems, that comprise the Maldivian chain, which lie to the South East of India, astride both Laccadive and Indian oceans.

Memories convey persistent motivation, and it had taken some doing to reach this stretch of water, far removed from the busy world of commerce and hubbub, whose raucous cries, the green eyed man never seemed to miss.

Laccadivian Vision
Laccadivian Vision

In deeds past, and promises future, lay inspiration, hope, and somewhere, a particular island, where Creator touched and Creation responded, in purest form, with something unique in all the world. He knew she waited, and could feel fate in that morning wind, alongside something else, scarcely perceptible.

Tandem
Tandem

16 Responses to The Island

  1. Gorgeous David… Reminds me a little of seeing Tavarua the first time… great story… I am on the deck with you…

  2. I need to see the equator. I’m overdue and it’s aching my bones. I need a sun burn, some salt on my skin, the horizon blinding my eyes and a breeze to know where…where I feel like I am somewhere. God help my weary soul.

    My favorite line: “where Creator touched and Creation responded, in purest form, with something unique in all the world.”

    Love it.

    • I know that you do Korina. I thought of you as well, when I wrote this.
      Sweet breezes and fresh thoughts to you this day!

    • Yea when you said “sorry” as a wayward piece of chop flew through hitting my hat I laughed. I was thinking “Thank you”. So glad to be doing this with a Cancer free man Mike!

  3. Ah…Yes…feeling vital near the equator with an island in sight…flying Hawaiian Air…scudding above the Pacific…landing imperceptibly on the numbers of reef runway…cheers of anticipation ringing throughout each native cell of my being…DREAMY…Thanks, David.

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