Following Sea

Long Island Sound 2015


Time is a ghost

out here on the open water.

Thoughts ebb & flow

like crashing waves.

And, you and I,

our sea legs planted,

silently being.

Your fishing line taut

with promise of a catch.

Me, immersed in a novel–

all the hopeful possibilities.

Taking turns at the helm,

we guide one another

toward the horizon.

An empty nest sits atop

a rock in all its prominence,

reminding us of the following sea

at our backs,

a new sun above us

and, ahead, moments we cannot plot

time we cannot count on.