July, it must be summertime

... finally! But, we are there now.

Seventy degrees ... perfection!

A prowl of the Marina is

in order. Check out boats ... re-dream

scenes from ages ago ... from way

back then, when I could crack off tacks

in a stiff breeze ... emerge on the

other side, still close-hauled at speed,

scarcely a flutter in taut sails.

For sure I'd be out there today,

a snappy southerly breezing

up ... we'd have the wind at our backs

all the way to Echo Bay ... yes!

Or, maybe I'll just sit here by

the open window ... close my eyes ...

feel the breeze ... wait for a poem

to come drifting by ...

- Bob Markey lives in Bellingham.