Gallin’s Gale

I bet it sounded dramatic
Romantic, crazy, fanatic

The idea of going for a sail
To create a tantalizing tale

The logic takes a little time
Reflection, and a pinch of rhyme

I bet you get it now, just try!
Not the where or how, but the why

People plan their perfect trip
Then the wind begins to whip

Blowing boats in a different direction
To new places where we have no connection

How afraid, shocked, and panicked we feel!
Until we adapt, accept the change, heal

Memorize the tides of the strange new port
Befriend the folks, a peculiar sort

Unexpectedly, we don’t want to leave
When the wind is right we hesitate, grieve

Pondering, when did this funny place
Become my home? Each brave face, such grace