Shellfish Bay Reflections
The waves break o’er me,
Billowy in this latest tempest;
A red tide of events and mortals.
The undertow could carry me out but for luck
And that pluck to anchor firm,
Until what, I do not know or fear.
Driven, why so driven? Why weigh against the waves?
Tether this tempest and
Idle side the shore 'o the Bay awhile.
Rarely, does the Bay
Reflect a dead calmed, mirror of sky
To tarry and measure feelings that wake o’er me,
Storm-tossed ‘fore this self levied lull.
The Bay is a rite to me.
The Bay sweats from pours of me;
Mine, salty glands of drowned-down ‘watermen’.
Surely as the Full Flower Moon salutes the night
Are these pauses welcome markers
In the ebb and flow as
“I follow on the water”.
© 2010 by E.D. Ridgell