It’s strange how we don’t see the massive things right
before our eyes, but the tiny things--the details--lure us in. It’s not the huge rock face I see before
me. It’s the tiny independent sailboat
far out to sea that captures my eye, and because it has captured my eye, it has
also captured my heart. Maybe it’s
because I can’t have him. Maybe it’s because
he doesn’t even know I exist. I guess
that makes it safer.
I stand in the middle of a love affair for one, courtesy of
the unknown sailor.