downeast

I come to the harbor to hear the sea,
And rest and relax at my leisure,
To listen to the downeast tales
That old fishermen tend to treasure.

I come in the morning to watch the sea
Swallowing sterns of boats, new and old,
With a captain's dream of returning that night
With his catch of the day in the hold.

I come to the harbor to feel the sea,
To be cooled by the westerly breeze.
I come in the cold with northeasterly storms
With my jacket pulled tight 'round my knees.

I come to the harbor to smell the sea
From traps full of yesterday's bait,
With aroma of fish caught up in the nets
Awaiting their inevitable fate.

I come at all hours to taste the sea
And all of its gourmet delights,
Of lobster served from huge, boiling pots
And clamcakes, Saturday nights.

I come to the harbor at dusk and dawn
In winter, springtime and fall.
I come in the heat of the summer crowds,
And I come when there's no one at all.

I come to the harbor to share the sea
With the tide, waves and salt in the air.
I come like the starfish with arms open wide
Clinging to everything there.

Just the harbor and me and a wide open sea,
Interwoven as part of a whole,
Drifting the three of us in an embrace,
In one body, one mind and one soul.

DOWNEAST TRINITY