quiet ships

there is a cool breeze
on the veranda.
the quiet sailboats slip
into the harbor, sails down.
you see
them arrive, for fuel,
for food,
for drinks, then go
back out again. it's a
different life out here.
like us,
there is no rush
in leaving, or arriving
traveling from here to there.
so many seem to know
one another, names
shouted out, greetings,
it's been too long,
almost over a year.
we watch them leave,
the ruffle of soft
water, the green, the
rise of blue as the sun
settles into a hot
summer day. we watch
as they disappear, sailing
off towards
the homes that wait,
so far away.