Mourning clang of sea bell,
Black bouy number ten
Marks open seastead for sailor,
Promising voyage.

Imagine satin-scaled mermen,
Tumbling muscles of fin,
Arms like wet sea shell, singing,
All the world in their eyes.

Read between the waves.
I know the risk but
Forever I've waited
For this crossroad:

Long dive from bowsprit,
Sweet-wailing past sea smoke to spume.

Zero moment point.

I, the only mermaid,
Swimming with mermen.





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Barbary Chaapel's husband, Bill, aboard the Snow Goose.
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     In my imagination this poem happens where St. Mary's Sound flows into the Atlantic on the border of Florida and Georgia, where at dawn the shrimp boats with their arms skyward ride the waves east. And then rippling through the estuary, keeping strictly to the channel, I see the covert, sleek hump of a submarine returning to Kings Bay as I sail out to sea.

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     "Ms. Chaapel's poetry is not only from the heart, it is clear, concise and powerful, always a pleasure to read."

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     Sharing a passage from Wind In The Willows, by Kenneth Grahame:

     "... for the days pass, and never return, and the South still waits for you. Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes! 'Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a lithesome step foward, and you are out of the old life and into the new! Then some day, some day long hence, jog home here if you will, when the cup has been drained and the play has been played, and sit by your quiet river with a store of goodly memories for company."


     So I am a sailor returned home from the sea to the mountains of my birth, to the quiet river, writing these poems.