Mayday Mayday

Morning Fog of Memory

By: c - May 02, 2017

Mayday Mayday

Raw bone crunching chill
Damp that gets within
Spring in Gloucester
First days of May
Back at the inn
Eternal return
From our balcony
View of the sea
Gentle cove below
Twin Lights out there
Dimmed by fog
Ancient markers
Doubled down
Warning mariners
Boat breaking shoals
Battering Nor’ Easters
Down to the sea in ships
Roiling my blood
Breathing salt air
Ancestors not far away
Along Nugent Stretch
Back road less traveled
Rockport to Gloucester
Trail of tears
Evoked by gloom
This melancholy morning
Of time and tide
Mayday, Mayday