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�
