we come into big money someday, we salivate over boats—

Nordhavns.  Ranger Tugs.  Kadey-Krogens.  a Riviera would be nice. 

I mean since we’re day-dreaming after all.

husband and I don’t just want some hulking mass

of floating, well, whatever it is boats are made of.

nothing too austere and yet, nothing too ornate.

we’re not greedy, after all.

a nice, sound, sturdy vessel for taking on The Great Loop,

the Erie Canal, sailing in and out of Canadian waters—

if they’ll have us.  (thanks for nothin’, Orange).

we’ll tool around the Great Lakes.  a few months in the Keys

and/or the Bahamas.  oh, and maybe the Pacific Northwest—

across the Atlantic once we get our sea legs?

we’d love a walk-around.  with fly-bridge. 

washer & dryer would be the bomb.

galley with four-burners, ample space in both

the fridge and the freezer.

sweet little tender with remote-control davit.

a brightly lit, easily accessible engine facility

with plenty of headroom and extra storage to boot.

auto-pilot.  kick-ass, comfy helm.  all the necessary

navigational bells and whistles.

husband charting our course, handling daily maintenance

& all other called-upon Captain duties.

as First Mate / Admiral, I’ll be responsible for the lines

and maneuvering us through the locks,

I’ll cook the meals and oversee our provisions.

I’ll deal with laundry and keep the vessel ship-shape.

our boat—a lovely, cozy liveaboard, whether we’re underway,

docked in a marina or anchored in still and silent waters,

gorgeous sunsets to cap off each day, no matter the state of overhead skies.