I started piping for

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. 

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