On the first star-filled morning of each second month, I hasten to the Lighthouse Pier where I take photos in the rosy-dawn light of sailboats at anchor on Salt Run. There, at each click of my camera’s shutter, I find myself inserted into misty images of daring voyages to distant and mystical lands.
Securely moored in an outgoing tide
Toward the southern end of Salt Run,
Sailboats dream of foreign adventure
Till night’s mist fades with morning’s sun.
At exactly two minutes past Sunrise, its motor near idle and muffled by the breaking waves, the boat slipped over the golden pathway, unobserved by those conversing at the shore’s edge.