"Joining" by Nancy Rae Kienzler

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I watched two boats sail their separate courses and thought how sad that these two beautiful things — so similar and following parallel paths — should nonetheless be disjoined by all that sea between them.

Like clouds overhead, blown across the same space by the same wind, but separated by a slice of sky.

But then sometimes the wind will catch one cloud a little more than the other, and blow the two together, and sometimes, when you watch the sailboats in the distance, you’ll see their paths cross, their bows kiss, their sails intermingle.

And you realize that neither sea, nor sky, nor any space between can keep two — who are meant to be one — from joining.

It’s not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend And if the wind is just right you can find the joy of innocence again. Oh when I’m sailing All caught up in the reverie, every wind is a symphony....

The canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.

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