Danika Staples '24
At my peak, I’m high but not high enough,
Might look scandalized, but I’m just broken.
My throat is tight, they sweat, but still I luff.
Pennant flies above me, it's almost ten.
Now I understand as I look to lee,
On the Port beam teal water reveals rocks.
Like frightened rats, they scurry beneath me.
I’m powerless as still my halyard locks.
And now I hear: “Flag halyard’s jammed with peak”,
Guess I wasn’t broken, just had lines caught,
Crew rush to lower flags, it’s wind I seek.
“I need that sail up”, now my leech is taut.
“Ready about, stand by, now, helm’s a lee”.
Light water turns dark, time slows down. We’re free.