Many nights I have crossed blue water in my 31 foot long Trintella cutter-rigged sloop MYSTE, fetching exotic ports alone with no particular destination--- wherever the wind blows.

I keep watch 24 hours a day by drowsing in the cockpit, while the slow wind flogs the lines, or the muscular wind hauling us along, all taut and singing, with gurgle-sloshes singing along the hull.

My friend Ron spoke of "The Goddess of the two a.m. watch:" this is for Her; this is for me; this is for the whales passing, deep and silent, under my keel; perhaps it is for you also.

The chord progression is as complicated as the sea, unpredictable as the wind, yet as consistent as a bottle of El Dorado 25 Year Old Limited Edition Rum.

She Sat on my Pedal Steel Guitar


Last edited by Desertphile; 09/12/21 09:10 AM.