Incoming.
Sunny sails clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.
Calm, now windless, covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming kin.
Innocence kicking the sand.
Anxious girl watching as boats haul home.
High-tide laps quiet against harbour wall
after fear\'s strong plea for a safe landing
and she in her foam-soaked dress
wades further in welcoming him she adores.