A well-deserved rest

... and then there are the days
when, after having sailed
a lifetime or two,
you give yourself permission
to curl up at the dock
and bask in the morning sun.
A quiet cove,
cool mists of fog,
the gentle rocking of the waves,
the cries of the gulls
and the scent of salt air
to hide the inevitable lingering odors
of diesel fuel
and years
and years
of successful fishing expeditions.


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