Saturday, January 24, 2009

Harbor at high tide

The long slow groan of inert boats
chained in the back harbor,
immune from high tide
the sound of thunder comes not from the sky
but from the boats knocking together
in their struggle to be free of one another

3 comments:

smartz said...

That is an extraordinary poem. Thank you.

AMGallegos said...

...and beautiful picture!

Tai said...

I remember this sound! You've captured it perfectly.