turning off Route 13 onto Chincoteague Road
passing Wallops Flight Facility with its fields of solar panels
rolling down the windows to breathe in the salty air
crossing the marshes with the wind in our sails
seagulls gliding and dipping over the bridge ahead
bicycle tires on a gravel road
sand dunes touching the blue sky
white cotton clouds breaking and reforming
catching the lip of the wave on a boogie board, riding it all the way in
outdoor shower with a session IPA and a view of Oyster Bay
shucking oysters on the back deck
spreading newspapers for a crab feast
lights beginning to twinkle across the bay as the sun disappears from the sky
gazing at stars from the widows’s walk
devouring hot, fresh, melt-in-your-mouth doughnuts at the Sandy Pony truck
laughing gulls on the bridge
ponies grazing way out in the marshes
picking out fudge at Pony Tails
playing Spades on the back porch, talking smack
crossing back over the marshes with a lot less wind in our sails
Goodbye for now, Chincoteague.
My Corner of the Village 