Early evening on the Chesapeake – Delaware canal,
peace exudes, feeling nothing can go wrong with the world.
As dusk falls, range and channel lights brighten
showing navigators the way to go in any direction.
Houses on the shore sides,
each a different external vista, no two the same,
lights twinkling as the occupants go about their daily lives.
Anchor in after dark, holding firm for the night we hope,
'Secret' turning and squirming
with wind and current, disliking being stationary,
wanting only to be free
to glide through the water – her element
never fearing conditions, not wanting to be reined in,
dancing among the waves.
Insects drawn to the light infest the salon,
screen door forgotten after dark.
Sitting up on the top deck,
watching the night skies, talking
laughing just being.
Night falls, we sleep under the stars
nothing could be more perfect.
Jean A Isherwood Farley
July 2009
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