Marooned on your shore
Marooned on your shore…
It’s snowing on our April Showers again this year;
We watch as the mercury sinks and hopes of spring
Melt into amalgams of ice on frantic windshields…
I am frozen in indecision to this coastal cannonade.
Somewhere south of my shore lies your stone ballast
Tall and impervious to the changing tide;
A lighthouse casting a warm din sporadically into this darkness…
I can see your light, but I’m frozen to the roof in my indecision-
Eyes affixed to the Nantucket horizon and feet planted firmly to my widow’s walk
We’re going nowhere with our Easter baskets filled with hope in the face of the storm…
