today the sea wrapped herself around me,
the wind running fingers through my hair
as we danced, together, with the sun.

a gentle breeze moved softly, slowly,
across my bare skin
like silk draped from the trees
overhanging the bay's stillness,
flying like flags
transparent in the watery glare
and I sat, reflective and quiet.

not a cloud in the sky.
not one.
not even my own.
my soul was cradled in a watery bed
and, with each rocking,
back and forth,
side to side,
the silence returned
to the inward roar of the last few days.

a sail, flapping away,
the wake mumbling a song,
the boat in my hands,
the smell of salt and cedar
and wet ropes.

now the shadows have lengthened,
and my sun weary head
lies heavy on burnt shoulders.
i am full of sailing sounds.
my bed will welcome me tonight
with it's crisp white sails
and I will slowly find sleep
as the sound of my breath
fills the night.