Legs

The legs Sitting in shorts. on the terrace, I bought ten years ago I try to get a tan hiding them from the devastation of time. Several vessels in the bay, I wonder what kept me sailing long after the romance had gone. I liked going ashore to meet people from life, not mine it was fascinating to see what was an important ritual for them and why. The in-between time, called the deep sea, was often long, not being talkative, I spent my time reading in my cabin. Hundreds of books were read over time, some the good others were a waste of time…almost. Books were my escape from tedium; I made notes of words to use later but somehow lost them when leaving. At the time, I relied on my memory of the unwritten.