out at sea

the lingering scent of sea air
tousling your hair,
teasing the slight waves
tickling the hull.

rock and row as the wind
whistles a sparkling tune
shining like myriads of jewels
under the sun.

tanjong rhu up ahead
jetty breakwater just behind
but a sweepstroke around me
leaves nothing but a sketch
in the water fading

with the tide coming in.