You have chosen your strapped seat to sit at – as you put out to sea with bright paint and long blades – to be pulled around buoy set points – then to be steered without tipping under rare blade clashes and shouts but always matched to find a balance – It is only in...
There is a slight run of resonance with squared dips of catches – it quickens with timed recoveries along those rumbled turns of leather-collared connections – so that the forward lean-to-timings lever everything to leant finishes and the opening up of your lungs – and we haven’t even talked of power with the blade’s bowing...
There – almost baiting us – ten thousand wind-ripped waves palpitated on the lake – but they are merely breeze-skipping ripples for us would-be sea fishers of much bigger catches – We are required to practice in such innocuous conditions – this millpond darkened stew – before that unknown swell beyond our harbour wall –...
We can start with the basics -
the lifting and full leans on oars -
but before long we will have to dig
and pull at less certain surfaces .../
Stunned by an off-shore tip -
but that was part of the deal
of any such shore-to-ship pull
under the pilot's minimal steer
of his salt-pressed gig crew .../