Monday, October 20, 2008

When the ship comes in


I am from the Clyde and I have a special affinity for boats and ships of all shapes and sizes. A boat can be a symbol of voyaging. If life is a kind of voyage, then the boat can be seen as a place of containment and safety. Pascal thought it was most pleasant to be aboard a storm-tossed vessel in the knowledge that it would not sink! The harbour too, is a safe haven where voyagers can rest with some level of protection. I was passing Dun Laoghaire harbour and noticed the light on the masts. It was the end of a intermittently sunny afternoon and the contrast of light and dark was special. The water looked compellingly silky and the yachts tidy and spruce, but the sky looked like the lull before the storm. Bob Dylan sings ...
"Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be a'breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in "