A Blouse

You are wearing a sailor suit
with stripes,
proper Matrosenkragen--
It fits loosely.
It is blue and white.
You stand on the end
of the dock shielding
your eyes against
the noon sun.
In the distance the same
colour as the wave caps
you see my sail catching
the wind that skirts between
the islands and the reach.
You smile and turn away.
You know seeing you will
bring me to shore.