Sails blow against
The wind - fluttering
Tell-tails slacking on the jib.
Breathing dies.
The dog of the day comes and
She passes me but barely.
 

Giggling with delight and hair free,
She lets the light glint
off the gold of her hair.
I gain on her,
longing to capture
distance.

Coming about, now hard to lee,
The spinnaker is set.
I hear her laugher
pierce the doldrums!
But I am making up lost time
between our vessels.
She turns and I capture a glance.
We smile.