Our little camping trip at the Outer Banks was...
a bonfire on the beach
with a full harvest moon casting light
on the waves and
me in awe of how much more
terrifying the waves' pounding
is in the stillness of night.
reading A Gift From the Sea,
cross-legged on the beach
as Trevor caught waves on
his boogie board,
grinning back at me as if
checking to make sure
boys I hope we'll one day have.
sailing, sunburns, seashells.
percolator coffee as the sun bloomed
out of the east
watching happy little fish
jump out of the water.
I read that verse about animals
giving praise to God
and I smile.
lighthouses, dinner with the mosquitos,
sneaking into the backyard of a
swanky bed and breakfast
to take pictures.
ukulele serenades on the beach,
endless video footage to make a
vacation movie which, of course,
we later lost.
flannel, constellations, memories.
salty kisses, best of all.