maybe the best days are water days
blue, often vast
brief for me yet splendid 
my favorite of the memories 
sometimes alone and sometimes, like today, together 
I shared the ocean with her, my daughter
we cherished, sunburnt and windswept
the day as well as each other 
last of June but much like a middle
hello, goodbye and all that’s in between 
someday we’ll stand on the other side
looking back, and forward like we did today