We hung our hats on the dry ground

And waded out to sea

Our sun soaked backs were laced with brine

And guppies kissed our knees


No grand farewell

No song and dance

No pomp of wish-you-well

We strode upon an honest sand

With hardly anyone to tell


The sun ablaze before us

The salt tide pulls us in

To join another chorus there

Of sail and rope and fin


We float away, and farther on

To seek out other air

It soothes a hole that needed filling

But only if we dare