I started piping for
I started piping for
that little gaff-rigged yacht,
with brown foresail,
and a greenhouse for a cabin,
as it sailed into the pond
of Cuttyhunk,
past the Alert dock -
it was something about
its funkiness and freedom -
looking like a Chinese junk,
with a hippy woman
at its helm -
which inspired me to play.
which inspired me to play.
Out, solo-sailing,
free and exploring,
I wanted to make music -
to bagpipe -
with its music
as it sailed in,
so I started to play,
and she smiled, and waved
from her craft,
holding her course
into this harbor
to anchor.
I had been playing just earlier,
awaiting the Alert ferry,
to pipe it in,
with old friends aboard.
The ferry came in,
the music happened, -
piping can soar, -
and in the melee of
people getting off,
communitas happens
on Cuttyhunk, at
ferry arrivals.
June 30, 2012
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