Sun-soaked estuary
Drinking in the day.
Wind, waves and water
At one for the race.
Nervous crews abounding
Booming voices all about;
Who will win first battle,
Uncertainty and doubt.
Timing all important;
When to make first tack.
First to flinch can win
Or be left in other’s tracks.
Boats jostle for position
To cross the starting line.
Tac-ticks, tac-tocks
Heart beats with waiting time.
Go! The horn is sounded,
Water starts to churn
As flotilla launches forward;
Who’ll win the trick of turn.
It’s over in a moment;
Expectations, hopes destroyed.
Ego killed by indecision
As rudder snags a buoy.
Sun-soaked estuary
Swallowing the day
Wind waves and water
Wash settled scores away.