The Little Sailboat

When the wind blew through her red hair
and danced before her eyes
while she was standing at the edge of the cliff
watching her father's sailboat.
That was when she knew
the screeching seagulls
and salty spray
were all part of her.
The crew
and the wooden docks
rotting away on the rocky shores.
Where the sand met the water
that was where she could sit.
And feel the ocean
reaching for her
again 
and 
again.
She felt welcome 
at the loading docks
crammed 
with crab traps.
She knew one day,
she would own a 
tiny sailboat 
like her father.
But she also knew she would be free.