Classmates Connect On A Catamaran Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

It was an afternoon in the middle of July
the indecisive sky was tinged with drab clouds
I parked the car and walked to the launch...
joined old classmates in a mingling crowd

Familiar faces with distinctive voices
gathered as an atmosphere of fusing
years teased and tugged at recollections
Name tags made identities less confusing

Boarding a large catamaran looking like
a southern steamer… appropriately painted
Helped to assemble snacks and munchies
placed at tables on each deck and got situated

Sitting near the rail…looking down at the waves
smelling a hint of fish as our buoyancy shifted
propelling reminiscing classmates around the lake
At times conversation lulled and thoughts drifted

From the deck music played from the time we
went to school… strange how over fifty decades
hadn't changed anything…except the landscape
Fond memories trickle by while sitting in the shade

10/17/2010