Through a number of circumstances, choices and happenchances, both my kids have ended up living on boats. It sounds a romantic thing- they love being close to open sea and all the possibilities of adventure.
The realities of this life are made very real when the winter storms roll in. The power and viciousness of gales hitting a small fiberglass box can be scary indeed.
Aside from all the usual parental worries for the safety of our children, there lingers with me a feeling that their choice of shelter, positive though they may be, are also pushed by expediency. Their generation has been effectively priced out of the housing market by the soaring costs of home ownership and high rents.
It is the civilisation we made.
When it’s wild outside, I love
The feeling you get, when
You sit in warmth, watching the
Windows blink back rain, flung
Like black pebbles
When it’s cold outside, I find
A fold in the sofa, and
Insulate against the wild north winds
Under the soft folds
Of a good book
When it is cruel outside, I sometimes
Take fire for granted, as if
Civilisation belongs to me by right
As if these walls, now strong, will
Stand up tall forever