Under Sail

He loved the feel
Of the boat
Challenging the sea,
And the sound
Of the wind
Caught by the sail.
He relished
The taste
And smell
Of the salty
Ocean spray.
Sailing was
The only time
And place
He was truly
At peace
With himself
And at one
With the world.
He would leave
His pager
And cell phone
At home,
So no one
Could disturb
His reverie,
And every time
He went out,
He dreamed
Of never coming
Back again.