The Harbor

Our charming harbor glistens in the distance

It's safety
relative

So unlike
it's deepwater
cousin across
the island
who shelters
tall ships
with room to spare

Our bay is sandy
our breakwaters
human scaled

And yet from here
we one time filled
the streets of distant lands
with
cobble
granite
hard and heavy
hard of passage too
ported down
steep Pigeon Hill
and loaded on schooners
who left dock
low to the gunnels
and prayed
for calm seas

some
made it to the
far off shores

some
lie deep
as wood and granite
reefs
along the coasts
twix
here and
there

(10-15-11)

Ann-Patrice Hickey