Sailing Free

On a cool, crisp spring morning There, tossed in the bottom of the boat, Is a life jacket, so bright orange Sea green abyss lay below my vessel With the northern breeze My spirit quietly nestled To invite, and pleased am I , my little sail boat and I thrust onward My sails are free and billowing white Wind in my face, across the deck here, sheer delight The sun is beaming and throwing its shadows this day Just the wind and I, on a journey to nowhere”, I say Not a care Threads of wind brush the blades of my hair