Looking Seaward

The next day The end of March No sun A misty cold wind ripped over the bluffs The Atlantic roughing the shore___ To the Eastern horizon Of ocean The rise of Block Island From the depths Of the Sea Bottom__ All land All 360 degrees The remnants Of The Great Glacier Melting 15000 years ago___ Now Barriers to the sea To spare the mainland Earth's fury___ Montauk point The end of America The waves Washing away the stray footprint Dropping Jetsam at the high tide mark Dragging back Flotsam on the shore break And the wind cold wet and from the Northeast With a sole New Englander Buffeting by breezes Standing Like a captain by the helm on a continent Out on the North Atlantic 110 miles from Manhattan Eyes seaward Dreaming Of lands around the world No longer land bound Free Found Free