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