St. Patty's

The green is in full loom today. No matter their origin or their tongue, today we're a ship-load of Irish.

During breakfast we spied a whale or two breaching close by. Some say they were dolphins, but I doubt dolphins REACH that large or breach in that manner. As Ryndam nears Cabo, our sky is clear and the air is warmer. Perfect setting.

Having become a dotterer, earlier days have come to mind:

The bright eye caught
The lithe young thing
From distance once.
With shy smile, or one coy wink,
Our moment shared desire.

Clouded vision now,
There's no mistaking how
We both have changed.
Still the smile, then a glance
At memory's shared embrace. dc.