Floating

Maine is a magical place.

The land comes and goes, as do schooners,

Enveloped in fog, drenched in rain, and on occasion,

In gloriously warm sun.


Seal noses pop up from the depths.

Osprey fly off the tops of towering conifers to hunt in open bays.

Fish jump into circular waves that interact

And dissolve into chaos.


Unobtrusive lobster boats appear to do their circular jig

And depart in a cloud of black exhaust.


Tides and currents reinforce the natural world.


There are raindrops on the water.

There are campfires on the land.

There are clouds of mosquitos at the screens

Trying to bludgeon a way into warm mammalian skin and blood.


Beethoven’s first Piano Concerto sounds in the foreground:

Pastoral and aggressive . . . .

This moment floating off West Penobscot Bay.



Warren Island State Park, Maine