The Meeting

by Michael Lance Kersting

I met her on a ferry crossing
On a bright summer day
She stood at the bow rail
Her flowing hair in disarray

I stood beside her
And commented on the view
She turned and looked at me
And I said “how do you do”

After given me a “once over “
“Fine, thank you” she replied with a smile
I then proceed to chat with her
About the weather and scenery for a while

Then as the vessel was about to berth
I invited her for a cool drink
She then accepted the invitation with
What I thought was a wink

At the little café set by the shore
We sat down and ordered a drink
She told me her name was Sylvia
And what do I think

I comment how beautiful it was
How it had a dainty rhythm to it
She threw back her head and with
a musical laugh told me to quit

As the afternoon became dusk
She said she wanted to go
and said”Yes, we will meet again”
For I had wanted to know

She gave me her phone number
And told me to call
Which made me quite
happy as I can recall

I saw her off onto the bus
And she sat by the window
And gave me wave, and a smile
And I was all aglow

I guess that you
want to know what happened
after that grand show
Well I am pleased to say we got married, have three children
and that was
twenty years ago !