Coltrane at the Marina

The sailboats in the marina,
when the wind is just right,
sing music from their masts

The maestro, a two-masted beauty,
leads all the others in their song
A haunting tune, like free-form jazz

The accompanying boats
offer meandering solos,
beautiful in their creativity

When their musical flight is done
the soloists come back and join the others,
picking up the melody again

The avocets and sandpipers
stop their scurrying about to listen
Even the mischievous loons
take the time to hear the music

Appreciative of the interlude, they seem to know
the notes are coming from the breath of the wind
looking to speak with them, to show them
there is more to the breeze
than what they think they know