The catamaran, a skeleton of technology,
And the monstrous New Zealand craft
Fly across the crystal seas,
Escorted by dolphins fore and aft.
Locked in contest, the two vessels
Skim across the shimmering oceans,
Rocked by the swells
and propelled by the sea's emotions.
Puffs of wind filling blue and white sails alike,
The two boats, washed by white crests of foam,
Are in their element,
The seas are their home.
And, finally, the two boats return
To land, where on paper white,
Their forms first appeared
Under the glare of a fluorescent light.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.