July 4, 2020: Fireworks in the Anchorage
In 1902, John Masefield said:
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Allegedly, Sir Robin Knox-Johnston, who made the first nonstop solo circumnavigation (from June 1968 to April 1969, as part of the Times Golden Globe Race), learned the poem as a kid and can recite it.
I’d simply add fireworks launched from the decks of gold-lit boats in an ink-dark anchorage, an ochre moon completely full, and three dolphins beneath the boat’s bow on the trip down. Then you’d have all you need.