The First Time I Captained Our Boat

The wings of white caps surround me,

blowing kisses of froth and foam to the wind,

the bubbling specks sparkling in the beam of

setting Sun over the surrounding peaks.

As the pontoons cut through the glassy surface

and the thunder of the motor carries for miles,

our vessel is trailed by a shadowy wake,

robbed of the glittery brilliance of the Sun-kissed front.

But the wake ripples outward

leaving behind a trail

of gentle rolling mounds that eventually

catch the last of the glowing red rays.

As the Sun disappears,

our music swells and my spirits soar,

and I watch with quiet satisfaction

as the last of the disturbed water meets the shore.