It began at the drinks stall on the last hot afternoon of the holiday.
“We should start back,” said Ma. Nobody moved.
The boat left at four, and the sea did that thing it does
where the mountains come out twice, once up and once down.
Halfway across, two shapes came up alongside.
They had a great many teeth and no particular plan.
Then their friends arrived, which is the trouble with sharks.
They travel as a team. They are very proud of this.
So we left the boat and took the rockets instead. There were three.
They were called Victory, all of them, which made the tickets confusing.
Up past the weather. Up past the last of the light.
Pa said he could see our house. He could not see our house.
We came down through a star, which is not allowed,
and is the best thing I have ever done.
And landed, of course, back at the drinks stall.
“One more afternoon,” said Ma. Nobody argued.