The Elizabeth Ann – Gus Bombard
THE ELIZABETH ANN
The rolling, rocking waves
beat at the solid hulled boat with their timed
sun struck force.
My grin of pleasure broke
bright as white caps as the slow,
grinding movement thrust the boatload
of tourists to the island.
Spray and gulls, buoys and low,
small breasted islands blend
on the plexiglass window in
a hazy print.
As adventures go,
this is not a Viking’s coastal attack,
not the U-boat sunk off our coast.
No–patterns of life in simple flux, pounding to seek beauty,
compelled to search for seminal roots, amniotic wanderings,
solid as the forthcoming town dock.
Our futures anchored temporarily between caulked and painted
windowed corners, we see
the path is open, again, to joy, hope and nature’s will.