Member Poem

     Harbor Mood
 
The evening sea
Sprays water past me.
I squat upon the breakers.
My mind reaches
Out to the silent lights
Bobbing on the distant swells.
Trawlers creep
Tauntingly back and forth,
Sliding out of sight.
I stand on the edge
Of the world
By the rolling waves,
Nudging the scars
Of sea wounded experiences.
My head is filled,
I know the lights-
Blue Scout’s on the north,
Blackbottom and Lazy Q south,
The pink blinker
Louie the Greek,
Eating olive oil eggs,
And lumpy grits.
 
I scamper up and down
The harbor docks,
My ear cocked
For adventure-
Cowboy music
And drunken voices
Strung out on the Texas coast.
I hang out
On the main strip
In fisherman hide-a ways,
Shooting pool
And swapping lies.