the leaves
of the maple
that lathered
in sap and
cool of
evening
star
light
in weight
shaped like
stars in
flux
torn
and fallen
here in
wet day
into grass
the snuffed
torches
of
autumn
‘Tramping’ before the wind… a Weathercat windy snap
the last of afternoon coming down on the day the rigging of moored boats minor pleasure craft shrill with wind on the other side of the estuary low low cloud running before the storm ‘tramping’* they say of sailing boats, said of, in my day at least
and anyway my life now mostly footnotes to myself written for one clear reference back to the inexplicable
november 2015 bucklands beach, tamaki estuary
*‘tramping’: such was the term my dad taught me. I could only find one reference online to this usage, which was as follows: ‘On a reach she is capable of averaging 6.5-7.5 knots in all but the choppiest waters. She does lack downwind performance, so needs a big fat spinnaker to really get her tramping along.’ http://www.yachtingmonthly.com/yacht-reviews/our-verdict-on-the-moody-36-31155