this last day in st ives was magically mysterious with the
emerald green water and the misty fog that ate up fishing boats.
i loved that one lonely sea lion swam up to our boat,
looking at us and studying us. those eyes were deep.
i loved the old man with his wool sweater and cap that sold me
my ticket to explore the sea on the "seahorse."
i loved the old man that sat on a bench at looked at his little town,
thinking about how much this place has changed since he was young.
i am missing the sea, the fog, and that sea lion today.
am trying to make today and this weekend in the library just as magical.