Sailing Days

When I close my eyes, sitting in

The same old chair, I can see the water,

And the sails.

Mountains to one side, and a clear

Sky, only a few clouds, and the wind

Pushing us forward.

The sailboat moves smoothly,

But you still hold on to my arm,

Just in case, you say and smile.

For an instant I’m there,

Surrounded by the immensity of the

Ocean, and you by my side.

I feel my chair almost moving,

And I don’t want to open my eyes,

Wondering if in the next room

You remember it too.