Boating

Stiff wind kisses
my face as a
smile chases it away.
Drops of water
lick my hand
as it lays over
the edge.
The waves bring
the boat no challenge
but leave a trail
of playful
hills.
I am smothered
by the sweet smell
of salt.
Childish memories
are stirred by
the ocean's undercurrents.
A smile creeps
across my face once more.
Serenity.