I am a high priest at sea, I serve
the dragon with his mighty wings
which are bulging from the blazing sun
and his breath, led by my one hand
at the helm and the other hand to the lines

tight enough, loose enough, every new moment
the wind exactly in the middle
on the sweet spot: two hearts connected
on the Way through strong winds and high waves
always in balance like two playing dolphins

And when the seagulls land on the deck
at the rise of a storm that confines me
in rain curtains, making my dragon stomp
and roar of all the violence, I follow its whims
attentively and hold course until there is a gap

between his black teeth and I slip
into the blue, the freedom between two skies
in which everything is clear and I have oversight
in all directions, from dawn to sunset
high priest of the sun in my heart