Bear Island Estuary
Light on the water like a remembrance
of the circle we knew in movement
as rivers of birds and fish follow the coast
to springtime in a another blue world.
The day and night meet perfectly half
like a locket portrait darkens silver,
I turned my face of sea and looked up
at God’s body hanging from every tree
in a dying invitation.
Wind gave a respite from the biting flies,
I carved a boat from my burnt arms
to travel the saltgrass and narrows.