Forward Viewing

Forward Viewing
The ferry cuts through the ocean wind
Funneling it up over the rail
Into my chest, my face, through my hair
Rippling it like a flag in a storm

I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence

Just a few millimeters of glass
Separates me from sedate
From a quiet read, or a snack
As the world slides quietly by

Aboard the Coastal Renaissance
Georgia Strait
British Columbia, Canada

Taken during travels, June 22, 2015