Carol Raisfeld
Solitude under Sail
The fog lifted before nightfall. I caught the sun just as it was touching the sea and watched it disappear. As I turned to the east, at the very end of the bowsprit was the smiling full moon rising out of the sea. “Good evening, sir,” I cried; “I’m glad to see you.” I’ve had many a long talk since then with the man in the moon, knowing he would always be there for me as I travel on.
home again our drinks sweating in the sun can wait I want to see your eyes smile I want to see you watching me
About the Author
Carol Raisfeld lives in Atlantic Beach, New York. The winner of international awards and an anthologized poet, her art and photography appear worldwide in print and online journals.