Sea change

Wind shears

tells to trim 

prepare to jib 

and main

you never know

what follows 

a sea change

brings to land

pressure falls 

builds again

inside the shell

dreams tighten

turns lessen

time to tack

hear the waves

feel the yaw 

a steady hand

tills the surge

sniff the aires

release the spell

prick the pod

alay the wind

drop the shell

begin again 

land ahoy

go within

after all

the joy 

Is sailing