I was fifteen. New London. The ocean, of course,
The Coast Guard Lighthouse.
They would wave at you.
I did not know how to sail.
I took the Sunfish out anyway--
into the wind.
THIS is what I saw.
If you violate the 180 degree rule,
in the distance,
you can almost see a brown sliver,
the beaches on the Thames.
Always the white houses, grey roofs.
I was drifting not quite towards Long Island.
I whimpered until I learned
how to steer using rudder and sail.