Watch
Watch the sun red slipping behind the cumulus,
A glowing neon blade slicing the horizon,
Watch the wings dip drinking the grey dusk,
A silver sickle of man,
Watch the ocean slide grey and vast,
The sloshing weight of the world,
Watch the travelers tired eyes,
Worldly and worn,
Watch the harbor islands in the quiet fog,
Sleeping pre-industrial dreams,
Watch the breakwater hold the prying tides,
Granite hewn from mountain holes,
Watch the harbor rise into the plane’s embrace,
Green-hued silted tide of men,
Watch wheels touch kiss home earth,
The wanderer’s boon.