Unfamiliar Enough

I will just sit here at the end of the pier for a while.
Let my feet dangle in the cold water.
Smell the salty wind. Look across the way
and the single sailboat still in the harbor.

I think I will sit here and daydream a while.
Pretend the boat is mine, casting off, going
anywhere, going far enough out
that land disappears,

not unlike what happens in my daydreams,
when all that is slowly vanishes and I become myself
in a different setting, unfamiliar enough
that wonder returns.

About this poem.

I daydream a lot. I have a built-in wanderlust.

The photograph was taken on Cape Cod.

Tom