WaterBallet

Heeling downwind
On a chilly spring day,
She leans like a dancer in pause,
Leaving astern
A filigreed wake
And the waves seem to ripple applause.

Small ballerina,
Your snowy -white sail
Makes you look
Like a low-flying bird,
You rise to the moment
Appearing so frail,

And your keel-song
Can often be heard.