a pair of bald eagles
soaring over the waters
turkey vultures riding
the wind currents.
a small ship,
chugs towards the bay
hoisting halyards, cranking winches, chipping hammer
i swung in decades past ringing in my ears
i wonder who this ship’s deck apes are as
i follow her in my imagination down the Chesapeake
and out into the open waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
a sailboat beats to windward, dingy in tow.
and i, like the planet that sustains my life,
am in the dark about half the time. yet
i learn from earth to stay centered
and turn towards the light.
and so, with the dogwoods,
i bloom in season.
LRT April 2022