Waiting for the Ferry

waiting for the ferry
with a beer in hand, Brie and
rosemary sourdough bread,
our faces cooled in the sea breeze.
they tell you to come early so
you can picnic by the water
and relax in preparation
for rejuventing sleep in the deep forest,
the sun crossing your face in the
morning, rousing you to a day
unburdened with worries, a day
of pure delight.