Salty

What if I was the sailboat gliding 

against your harbor? The one rocking 

back and forth by your waves, the rope 

tightly tied onto the mooring basking in the 

sunlight. A family of barnacles stuck on the 

stern. 

Feeling the indents of the boats burning wheel 

as it steers along your sea. The start of the 

engine whirring to life—the mainsail getting 

ready for its voyage. Iced cold drinks inside the 

cooler waiting to be enjoyed. The smell of the 

boats grill as it sizzles into your water. People 

laughing and swimming—striped bass jumping 

in and out of your salty waters.