Julia D.

Jackets above my head rustle
The paddles rattle and creak
A light dusting swirls around my feet
As I walk out of the sandy boathouse

Towards the water I make my way
With tiny particles surrounding my toes
Water brushes the warmed flesh
Chills and memories run up my legs

I see my young self
Playing with the memories of my childhood
Birthdays pass, right here on this sand,
Time comes and goes with the waves

My steps take me past the rowboats,
Past the rescue and paddle boats,
Familiarity draws me in
As I sit at the end of the dock.