Solo
For ever in the turmoil of nature’s washer Stuck on extended wash The eternal enveloping darkness Like the inside of a mine The kaleidoscope of overwhelmed emotions The cacophony of sensual sights and sounds From above and below Left hand down, Hold, Right hand down, Hold The invisible Everest’s colliding From every which way Like runaway freight trains Pulling to the ice dragon Am I going forward or am I going backward Am I going up or am I am going down When will it end, when did it start Time does not exist in this watery world What is sleep? Oh, the joys Of sailing the Southern Sea in winter Robert Aitken 2017

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Synopsis
My personal feeling when sailing solo in the Southern Ocean (my playground) during a winter trip home to New Zealand.
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