Boats

Unfolding Light · Jul 16, 2026 · 1m

Little boats moored to buoys in the bay softly bump each other, cuddling like cats in the fog, that curls around the pilings of the pier, posts that appear then vanish in the peaceful fog. The boats nod as if sleeping, nuzzling the necks of the pier, knowing more than we think, moored for the moment, but mindful of wind-thrown waves that have washed them, wild storms that have tossed them. They know the sea is there, silent for now, serene and at rest; they sense its vast distances, its depths, and its dangers. They don’t forget where they are. They’re lucky, they know, to live…