I step into the wooden floors
of the Fountaine Pajot Bahia 46 catamaran.
I navigate myself to the wheel.
Panama hat firmly in place,
Ray-Ban sunglasses on,
Cigar in mouth.
The easterly breeze strikes my right cheek and
flows down onto my neck and back. The wind now behind
me as I glance at the white carbon-fibre sails that
fly above me.
Seagulls fly across my gaze,
and then zigzag into the horizon ahead of me.
The orange-yellow sun now
sits afloat, the turquoise waters
of the Mediterranean sea,
I’m late for my tryst.
Nine years too late.
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