Sails

back and forth it moves
blue sail then white
no hull in sight
distance obscures
but the mast is tight;

off to the starboard
a red one sails
a parachute hovers port
and aft a lone boat bounces
up and down and up
in succession while
she roles to and fro;
in the morning
this is what we see
from under our umbrella
perched on high ground
avoiding the onslaught
of the waves that have
no business here this
far up where we are;
no sharks today swim
by our view nor dolphins,
squid or killer whales
since banishment on
this side of town,
leaving only sails
without hulls to feast
on our lonely attention.

22 August 2019