Memories of a Sailing Day
The calm water, moves barely,
Almost still. While the sailboat
Floats forward, and you look down
At our reflection.
You tell me what the two shapes in
The water are doing, what they are
Saying, and what they are thinking.
They look surprisingly like us.
The sun is strong, so strong some
Of the green around us looks almost
Yellow, like in an old film.
No clouds, the breeze just a whisper.
The palm trees, tall and thin palm
Trees, perfectly tropical palm trees,
Gracious and flexible palm trees,
Look down at their reflection too.
The water now doesn’t move,
The breeze has disappeared, and the
Boat is still. Our reflection looks at us,
Just how we want to be remembered.