we took the new boat out for a ride around the salt pond,
letting her ride over waves, melt into dips.
above, seagulls cawed, warning us of rocks and shallows.
sun glistened off blue gray ripples, tears dripped from my wind-blown eyes.
new seat cushions spattered with debris.
yet nothing mattered.
on the water, visiting coves, remembering childhood dreams.
we drifted into the sandbar and tossed anchor, knowing the path to the ocean was around the bend.
pounding waves called to us, as the boat napped, waiting.