She slipped from her trailered cage
into the cool waters of Dutchman’s Creek without a splash
sliding without a sound

Her heavy bottom keeping her stable
amid the obnoxious wakes
created by those less considerate
than she on her maiden voyage

Waves chased each other to shore
the tide racing the wind to the sea
and back again to caress her sides
her rudder vibrating in delight

The wind held its breath
teasing her new sails
until they lay listless
against the thick steel of her mast

At the moment of her surrender
the air moved gently against her
lifting her bow with the strength
of it’s force against her virgin wing

Salty spray sprang from beneath
the arch of her pointed bow
her release burst forth
the wind full force set her free