Ferry

Boarding the ferry
on the way to Bowen,
I rush to find myself the only one
on her top deck.
Ferry captain smokes his pipe
as he watches me and where he is going.
The cold air numbs my cheeks
and makes me feel like an adventurer
sailing through this passage
of rosy light
and glistening waves.

This is one of ten pieces of poetic prose found in Childhood Summers by The Sea