July 23, 1998
the title is stolen but the memories are mine


blue ocean,
blue sky melt together as one
at 20 knots the wind whips
hair, clothes with salt sea breezes
the sun is high in the sky but
on its way down
its reflection is a thousand diamonds
lost to the soundless depths
or a million flashbulbs going off
as each one hits the waves
the ship sails west,
I'm facing home, thinking of greetings and friends to come
the sun's many flashbulbs converge
on that magical point on the horizon,
the Emerald City done over in Titanium white

a wave splashes, mist, a rainbow
a million flashbulbs

it appears that our captain, in a fit of insanity, has
set the controls for the heart of the sun.