Blue-on-blue

leaping over winter waves
dancing on the spray
sailing through the blue-on-blue
on a chilly day
white-cold skies blow norther winds
strong hands grip the tillers
blue waves build and seem
to feel like mighty rolling pillars
spraying water stinging cheeks
brownskinned sailors move
leaning to the weather edge
heeling in the groove
standing out to channel wind
reaching for the mark
cold and brave they hold her
and hope they're home by dark