The White Sail

The White Sail - Written as I sat on the balcony of our hotel near Agrigento, Sicily, watching a small sailboat make its way along the coast.

A single white sail upon the sea,

a white arcing punctuation mark,

like a comma in the waves, as

I gaze with growing interest.

Slowly, the white sail drifts across

the distant horizon, taking

its time rising and falling

with the swelling tide.

There isn’t much to see, but I

watch anyway as it disappears

behind a copse of trees along the shore,

only to re-emerge again in its slow

but graceful journey…

I begin to dream.

I wish it were me upon the sea,

under that single white sail.

The captain of my memory

sailing away to a sunny day.

Slowly, gliding through the waves

with all the time in the world.

A light green sea just for me,

graceful and calm, free from

fear as I disappear beyond

the horizon only to re-emerge

once again…

by your side, my love.