Low pressure moving in and winds are picking up
Should we call it? Is it too much?
Feet step nimbly over lines on docks dappled with the first drops
Worried looks among the crew
But we've come too far We'll see it through
A cold splash from the rough and briny sea makes us feel alive
Now its lines and helm plan the tack
Focus girls we're underway
The other team from the east coast
They're used to this and it shows
We struggle to keep up
Chopping waves toss and bounce then all at once
We drop
Time stands still and we stare into the mouth of a giant
I wonder what I will hit when it hits us
A moment a face an image which will last forever
The last moment I wish I could hold on
But the moment is gone
Why am I here with a light blinking on my shoulder
Floating far from the people I love?
They pull me up Dad's strong arms the only steady thing in the stormy sea
Eyes wide straining through the stinging wind and salty spray
She was there with me
I still see her face
Where is she now?
Her father's voice screams her name with a panic I have never heard
Everything in him struggling to push through a hole too small to get out and find her
Where is she?
Where is she?
It never felt like long enough How could we let go?