As Near As Flesh Will Allow

Waves pile into the cove
and wandering logs forced to the rocks
while across the channel white caps ride
the wind driven tide in its winter high
gulls and sea birds laying low
as he is in his warm cabin
the poet part of him at peace
like nowhere else, the nearness
to her storm filled beauty
a solace, satisfying the wanderer
his eyes entrained to look for her
rise and fall in the gusting wind
feeling at home in the cold sheets of rain
as near as flesh will allow.

Waldron Island, January 2010


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