You Ask

what am I doing
to care for myself 
this day in May 
when winds 
plunge temperatures 
near freezing
and the sun slips behind
the too-familiar 
gray of spring? 
I am donning a winter coat,
a pair of mittens
and helping him launch 
the new and unfamiliar dinghy
with a seatback and wheel
so that we might sit 
side-by-side 
on a padded bench
and feel the rushing freedom 
of wind and speed 
as we skim across water 
rough and rippled,
the white wake 
of our wanderings
disappearing 
on our way to nowhere.