Ghibli’s Patience

she rolls her eyes with a restless breath,
warm, wide, sails stretched taut,
fierce and bemused, half-playful,
half-tolerant of the creature she bears,
indulgent as she glides.

her nimble hull hums and skips the waves,
tuned to storms and shifting skies,
to clouds with mischief in their bones—
the kind that thrill you,
though she laughs, bright-eyed.

named for the playful wind, she spins
south, bright and full of sea’s delight.
you, eyes wide and pinned to the blue,
heedless of cables, of cunning gears,
her youthful sway, the mysteries
that bind her to the world—
all that matters is the lift, the race,
the salt, her lean and lift through wild.

she creaks, hums, a note of wry laughter,
bearing hands that chase the rush,
yet miss her bones, her briny craft,
and still she bears you, a guest, light as a gust,
full of salt and joy, none the wiser.

on calmer seas, she darts with serene grace,
casting a winking glance back—
her loving passenger,
afloat in skill, unaware.