At sea I am a dragon
with mighty wings
bulging with my breath
blazing with the sun

led by my one hand
at the helm, and the other
on the lines, tight enough
and loose enough

every moment again the wind
exactly in the middle
on the sweet spot:
two hearts connected

in the high waves
in the wild water
always in balance
like two playful dolphins

And when the seagulls land
on the deck at the rising of a storm
that confines me in rain curtains, I follow
its whims attentively and hold course

until a gap opens
between its black teeth
and I glide into the blue
the freedom between two skies

in which everything is clear
and I have a view
in all directions
from dawn to sunset