About Wynifrid
Steer, Henry, steer
While I figure out what place is here
Bering Strait or Golden Gate
I wish our map were not mislaid
But at least we got the weather on our side
Bail, Henry, bail
While I blow out my breath on the mainsail
Like your one small tin cup
My air won't help that much
But at least we got the weather on our side
Fight, Henry, fight
While I fight these nameless beasts with my torchlight
For they've swarmed our bow in droves
And their teeth will break our bones
But at least we got the weather on our side
Swim, Henry, swim
While I hie that our chances are slim
But I've got a strong stroke
And you've got your armwing floats
But at least we got the weather on our side
The salt sea, the horizon, and the wind in our hair, and the wind in our hair
Crawl, Henry, crawl
While I cover the signs of our landfall
For that drumming in the brush
Is awfully ominous
But at least we got the weather on our side
Choose, Henry, choose
Either way this goes down we both lose
But I'd rather die at sea
Than be someone's cup of tea
And at least we got the weather on our side
The salt sea, the horizon, and the wind in our hair, and the wind in our hair
The salt sea, the horizon, and the wind in our hair, and the wind in our hair
The salt sea, the horizon
All this can be yours
The salt sea, the horizon
All this can be yours
"Waterwings," by Sarah Pinsker, copyright 2011
