Somewhere off the Coast in Maine

                                          Somewhere Off the Coast in Maine

The islands:  floating and bobbing,

A handful of blue/green moss strewn out over the gray felt overcloth.

At night perhaps a devilish hand steals through thick fog

Moving each piece, just slightly

Enough to perplex the lobstermen next morning.

In the blink of an eye the giddy sea hawk

Swoops and glides over rampant steel ocean.

Perhaps the sea hawk is the wizard

And it is she that moves the islands confusingly

About the Bay.

I know Butter was where Burnt was yesterday,

Perhaps it’s merely part of the divine plan.

Summer moves into Fall,

Islands move about the Bay.

Reminding us not to feel complacent,

Confusing us enough to listen.

 

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4 responses to “Somewhere off the Coast in Maine”

  1. Christina Avatar

    I love the line about Butter and Burnt..this is lovely 🙂

  2. beatrice bowles Avatar

    Magical use of the bird-wizard! What a poet’s voice you have, poet! XXOO

  3. Sandy Hathaway Avatar

    Beautiful! We used to go to Maine as far as Belfast but never off the mainland. The islands always seemed magical. You’ve captured that magical image!

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