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.