4/26

Drove late into the night, haggard from too much time
Alone and moving. Woke to catch a ferry home.
Hoping for home.


The boat swings softly side to side, humming,
As gulls laugh and dolphins break the waves, lovely
Sleek dark forms.


I am alone in this swaying place under graying skies,
Salted wind on skin, chatting with strangers. You, dearest,
Would've been seasick.