Through days we floated like sailboats at sea,
The wind nudging softly at our white flaps.
The ocean was tranquil. We shone in the sun.
We, oblivious, floated on. The fish knew.
The seaweed that pasted itself to our sides:
It knew. The waves knew. Their sloshing and rocking
Thrust us forward. The fish, their gills flapping,
Gossiped, swimming along, brushing our sides.
As the sea tumbled and tossed, the large space
between us: It filled. Our shy bows tapped, and
the sea took a deep breath. The sun became
more yellow. The fish swam off in pairs.
Winter will come; storms will push us apart.
Come, my dear, throw down your anchor; your heart.