The Picture I Did Not Take on Thursday.

By Steve

The wind gently lifts the boats silently

Across the bay

The water is not smooth but rippled

Like a crumpled sheet after a night’s sleep

The quarter moon winks at the water

Telling all of its place in the heavens

As the sun recedes, it paints with colors

Gold and red and yellow and pink

Soon the sun will vanish for the day

Leaving us to the grays of night

The pelicans still gliding and diving

Unseen but not unheard

The water lapping against the land

That unspecified bit of ground

Not land but not water

Murky, squishy and gray

That is the picture

That I did not take today.