Sitting in the palapa

looking at the sky

waiting to see Isabella

floating way up high.

Is that her under the canopy

screaming with all her might

white teeth flashing a signal

that she will be all right?

The boat turns toward me

pulling her to shore

I wonder if her feet will touch

lightly to the floor

or if she'll crash onto the sand

landing bottoms first

snaggled in the harness

with a french deletive curse!

Margarita records the safe landing!! Bravo!!