In flip flops I'm out on the marina,
the only one there except for you: it's dark
and it's raining, and I'm soaked
but I know it's all perfect, like the Spanish
lullaby I've heard too many times
I sing the pieces I can remember
and the water sways softly, slowly.
When I don't know any more words,
I drop a penny and walk away
as if I'm done performing. Still,
everything is just right.
copyright Maya Ganesan, 2009