Ocean Flying

Being on a boat is similar to flying.

We crashed into the water,
slamming against each and every wave
each jump strong enough to send us skimming into the air.

Holding onto the bars of the boat for dear life,
I felt as if the tiniest slip of my fingers
would send me flying into the ocean below.

But in a way I wanted to experience that.
I wanted to know what it would be like,
to be yanked backwards in a brief moment
of weightlessness,
let go by gravity
and suspended by the air.

Being on a boat is similar to flying.

It is different than being in a plane,
because a plane is a metal bird
keeping one confined.
Being on a boat is being free,
you are standing out in the open
ready for the wind to lock its arms around you
and hold you up
and pull you out.

You are open to sun and the sky.

In that moment I felt as though I was truly flying,
soaring.
I felt as though I was free.