On the Sale of Our Sailboat (Sonnet)
away, on a run, in the wind, sad to see
the horizon approach; the sun behind me
shines a light on the breeze and me laughing
out loud at the seemingly lazily floating
by world. Past the mem’ries of days when we
soaked in the warmth of the sun, glad to be
kissing air, tanning skin, long brown hair blowing
back, catch the wind, feel the speed, trust the tack.
The elation of fun, when the boat caught a run,
in the moment by moment days when we won
the world and the wind, and our lives, looking back,
the horizon ahead and our faith in our ride.
Now, the blue's not the sea but our aging betide.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019