really obscure boat-speak

[timepiececlock]

That Time Between Skirting the Sails

Light beating down
on legs, arms
stretched over the white
a queen of fiberglass
and cord
raised bumps beneath for grip
under way
but lazy now
hair flying, eyes swaying
frame lilting
back and forth while salt below
cradles the hull
swings the jib to, fro
with snap, whip-crack
trapped in irons
eclipsing,
then releasing,
the sun.