Salish Sails

It’s a beautiful day for sailing,

The seagulls look red in the sky.

A gentle breeze unfurls the sails

Like wings preparing to fly.

The hull skims over the white caps

A smooth magic carpet ride…

Faces tingle from ocean spray,

Spinnakers billow against the tide.

A sporting few Dall’s Porpoise

Race us against the bow;

Sometimes life offers nothing,

Better than the here and now.