ours was a friendship that floated, a
sailboat we took out on
odd weekends, weather permitting, to
peruse the waves and
chase the sun
we bobbed above the unexplored and turned away from
sharks that roamed beneath us,
pulling up our trailing toes and never
throwing in a line although we knew
we’d make a catch.
I used to worry we were fools for
going out at all, if we never
touched the water; never tried to
find the ocean floor,
why did we go?
but when the storm blew up and cast
the sea aboard, I saw,
sunny afternoon by sunny afternoon, we had been
how to stay afloat.