Marvin Gaye sings.
People with screens around me.
Coffee steaming in a cup at my table.
It is an in-between time.
Outside, beyond the pier, is a sailboat.
The sails are neatly wrapped around the boom.
It bobs on the morning waves,
an in-between time, waiting
for journies yet to come,
to become what it was made for,
needing, what? An impetus,
An inspiration. A person
to claim it and unfurl the sails,
willing to be less than safe
and move with winds
that were there all the time.
You sip your coffee.
Waiting for the wind.
Feeling it. Feeling something inside
About this poem.
Often we need a nudge. A person. A circumstance, something to push us to move forward. Now and again it comes from within. So, about us. About sailboats.
The picture was taken in Cape Cod, Mass.