When it was your turn you made
your own plans
not quite the way you envisioned this
day of course back when you could
still squint into a sun-drenched future
rife with years of unfraught celebrations
as the ferry pulled away leaving
in its dark wake a trail of intricate lace
rain poured from lavender-gray clouds
slumped low over the bay
and the gentle pitch and roll lured you
to the bow face streaked with rain
and spray salty as tears you marveled
at how the years had passed since
you last thrilled to mountainous swells
face-forward out into a granite sea
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Lumpytrout (CC BY-SA 4.0)
via Wikimedia Commons
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