One of Wilbert Snow’s shorter poems, he writes in first person narrative as the sailboat.
“I am a sailboat on life’s racing waves
Beneath green headlands and a sapphire sky.
The motorboats rush by me haughtily
And kick up a commotion in the brine
Around me everywhere. I rear and toss
And lose all headway, fretted by the chop
These jiggling packets stir up on their rounds
From crowded island wharfs to fishing towns,
Shaking their sooty sterns at craft like me
Who love to keep the lane of ocean white
With never-ending stretch of blooming canvas.
The poem concludes as the sailboat pilot “…leaves me for the night, Clasped to the lips and bosom of my love — The rhythmic, breathing lady of the tides.”