Maine 2008

I saw an old man in Maine,
he was nailing plastic to his house,
wrapping up for winter.
It was cold and time for dinner.
Within my borrowed walls I
wanted to be, like him, in occupation,
with a house to keep and a family to hold
and someone to go inside to.

Always waiting in the waves, we are
boats that hesitate, till harbors fill
and everyone is gone.