He
invited me on his sailboat.
“Three
days, and you’ll be changed forever,” he urged,
Beaming
with summery promise.
Hesitation
lay at the tip of my tongue.
Who
wants to be stranded in the middle of the sea?
But
I glanced up and immediately submitted to his hopeful, eager eyes.
“My
schedule should be free.”
Really,
I would have cleared it in a heartbeat.
Onboard
only a week later.
A
breezy, luminous, always-will-remember day,
In
my floral sundress that matched the motion of the wind.
Heart
racing because the waves were choppy, vengeful.
He
steered us westward for hours upon hours, until the sun burst into flames at
the horizon,
And
nothing else mattered.
All
the troubles in the world were smoldered in that sunset’s blaze,
And
the leftover ashes floated up into the night sky to become the stars.
Those
tragic cinders were actually little flecks of hope,
Much
like humans.
Wherever
we were, it didn’t matter.
Sitting
so close, I ignored the chill that danced across my arms,
Only
focusing on the way our sides were conjoined, the way my head drooped onto his
shoulder,
Exhausted,
yet wide awake,
And
the way he was humming ever-so-softly.
Could
have been a dream, but I doubt it.
As
we swayed back and forth,
Back
and forth, together,
Atop
inky black waters with eternal depth,
I
finally felt steady in this strange, unpredictable universe.
Suddenly
I was a part of something far greater than my petty, shivering body.
Onboard,
but not really.
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