Wind

The wind has abandoned me in the middle of this bay.
My sail, empty and pathetic without fuel; awkward.
My board, dead slow, fidgets with the
Tiny ripples sent out from shore;
Sorting through them like an old woman sorts change in her purse.


And there I am; held aloft on water, clear and satiny;
Not made of so much,
The destination for so many to get through, or over as 
Fast as they can.
But me?  I am happy to be here;
A guest,
Feeling the water turn and sigh softly;
The two of us, so quiet and still,
Watch the sun set along the city skyline,
While behind us, a curtain of stars sets up for the night.
The surface shows a trick by copying the display without flaw.


After a time,
I am loathe to interfere but step down through it
As the shore has come out to meet us.
I pull my board and sail up onto the soft sand
And turn to feel the cool kiss goodnight from the bay.


My heart is absolutely bursting with the beauty of the evening.