Listening. Becoming.
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Sore feet, sore thumbs,
Sore knees, sore bum
Hard to move, hard to nap,
Hard to eat, hard to crap
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Inbound goffers from all directions,Â
A wet slap in the face,Â
The angry sea’s embrace?
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All night rowing. Cold, wet and tired.
Playlists silenced, much contemplation
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What the —— am I doing in the middle of this ocean?
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A new dawn breaks, the pale light of positivity glows,Â
Every day is a school day and today I’ve much to know.Â
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Change your shoes or socks and sandles,
Even bare foot and slippers if the feet can handle it
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Move your thumb, change your grip
Move your belt buckle so your thumbs don’t get hit.Â
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Crawl don’t walk on the slippery deck
Use the bucket by the door, we don’t want that shit on the floor.
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Listen to the boat, it’s not trying to beat you
Learn its ways, it’s trying to teach you.Â
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Look at the waves , their power and their glory,
Listen to their voices, learn their stories.
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In the pit of the night with no moon or stars,Â
The waves will tell you where they are.
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Not with a cold wet slap to the chin, more an arm round the shoulder, welcoming in
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Leave your old ways behind and your ego at the port, Out here on the ocean they are both worth nought .
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Listen to the boat, she will be your teacher,
Feel the ocean, she’s trying to reach you
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Become. Become one.
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By David Radford-Wilson, Invictus Atlantic.