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A
LITTLE SHELLING TRIP
We
went on a shelling trip to the South China Sea,
Along was my wife, Taina, four
divers and me.
The islands were primitive, like times of early man,
For
two and a half months we lived off the sea and land. Once
there I bought an old boat never realizing that day,
The time would come to
take it home the other way.
We can't worry about that now, we're having too
much fun,
By the time we finish this trip, the boat probably won't run. We
began island hopping having no food supply in stock,
Whenever we felt like
it, we looked for a place to dock.
If not, we simply dropped anchor, and slept
there for the night.
Awoke early the next morning, before the first rays of
light. The
fish were so abundant, we couldn't give them all away,
So we started drying
them to save for a rainy day.
We ate fresh calamari and lobster, living like
royalty,
Never giving a second thought about our other reality. The
trip was all I imagined and so much more,
The diving, fishing and shelling
were never a chore.
It felt like a punch in the stomach, when it was time to
leave,
But the real challenge lay ahead, something I must achieve. A
seven hundred kilometer journey across open sea,
I never dreamt when we started,
the captain would be me.
I knew that I could do it, but my wife thought I was
nuts,
It doesn't require a genius, just having a little guts. So
what if we have no lights, half a map, and a toy compass,
At least we know
our destination, not like Christopher Columbus.
I figured it would take seven
days, just one day at a time,
By using a little common sense, everything would
be fine. Taina
said it was too dangerous, many storms that time of year,
If we take it easy,
there really is nothing to fear.
She insisted we find a captain, in case the
boat broke down,
We put the word out, a week later, still no one came around.
Now
she demanded at least a mechanic came along,
He enjoyed a paid vacation, nothing
ever went wrong. Oh,
I almost forgot to tell you, one day I ran aground!
It was early morning, we
heard an awful sound.
The glare off the water was really pretty bad,
We
couldn't' see below the surface, two feet was all we had.
We quickly jumped
overboard, pushed her back several feet,
Jumped back in, started up, and headed
for the deep. On
the seventh and final day, the ocean was like glass,
We barely made a ripple
even though we were going fast.
I estimated three hundred liters we used two
ninety-eight,
That's pretty remarkable considering how I calculate. After
being home for a few days, it really sunk in for me,
Many things can go wrong
in nature, especially on the sea.
I never claimed to be a mariner, I know it
wasn't smart,
But you only go around once in life, live it from the heart! ENGE Like
a caged animal on hard ground,
He performed on this circle-in-the-round.
Tossed
roses fell on stage
Like peanuts in a monkey's cage. True
to a circle with no beginning, no end,
He searched the audience in hopes to
find a friend,
Who might understand as he kept turning round?
As an actor
might feel being laughed at as a clown. He
wants to face them all at once,
So they can see his eyes,
To know what's
in his heart,
When he says, "there's no good-byes". Now
he performs in venues that he feels,
Will encompass his ideals.
Who is this
man, who do you think?
My very good friend, Englebert Humperdinck
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