Sailing on the endless sea, my legs must learn to walk again. Leaning like the tower of Pisa, each movement with the water soon becomes normal. No more sunscreen for this weathered face, as each wrinkle was a testament to my days at the helm, not to be forgotten.
As gulls pass by on their journey and the dolphins entertain me, I am content.
As nightfall creeps upon me, I'll find a secret cove where I'll anchor and stretch my sea legs with a walk on white sand sparkling with the sun's last beams of light. I'll build a small fire to cook the fish I caught trolling a line behind me, savoring the gift given by the sea.
I'll fall to sleep listening to the trees blowing softly and the mermaid's call, waiting for my return.
The morning sun warms my face as I awaken to blue skies and calm seas. My boat bobbing up and down, moored in the distance, awaiting my return, anxious to keep going toward my final journey. I swing my pack across my shoulders and wade into the cool water, walking softly so I won't scare up a skate.
Reaching my boat, I climb on board and make a cup of coffee, gently rocking, careful not to sip when a wave comes in. I attend to the rigging and pull anchor, slowly motoring further out into the channel, my roadway of water going where I tell her to go.
Weekenders pass me by on jet skis and power boats, pulling daredevils who jump the wake of larger vessels. A temporary distraction until I reached the inlet and hoisted the sails, taking me out to sea in a vision of white cloth filled with salt air heading out once again on a journey that's eluded me until I realized my happiness was stronger and with more meaning when all I ever needed was a salted weathered face and winds in my sails.
Today, I test my skill as a sailor as I venture further out than I've ever been. The waves grew higher, and the gusts were enough to force me to hold on tightly, but there was no fear, no turning back, only the ride of a lifetime as sails tore and flew like a sideways flag off to battle.
My eyes stung, and breathing became difficult as Mother Nature threw me everything she had to offer.
The sun came out, and gray skies were replaced with a beautiful blue. The winds lay down, and the sea turned to glass and gentle sailing. I traveled further out, where most have never gone on a small boat, but something beckoned me, and I listened.
A pod of whales broke the silence, their young beside them, seeming not to care I was among them as they forged for food. A giant man of wars got close enough to touch as huge turtles bumped the boat. Seeing how I reacted, then swam away, realizing I was no danger, just another sea creature traveling the open waters of a world not fully known.
Stories are told about the sailor who found true happiness on his small boat, which he sometimes moored and swam ashore to meet the people of the villages, some of whom had never had visitors until he arrived.
Some years later, a group of marine biologists came across a tattered sailing boat washed up on shore and broken. There were no hull numbers to identify the vessel, so they left it where it laid a refuge for birds when the sun bore down.
As for me, I walk the deserted shorelines each step closer to returning to sea, and the mermaids that never gave up Id someday return.
Mike 2025