Ocean Point: A Poem for Summer's End

 

This poem describes how I feel as summer wanes and August comes to a close. I don't want it to end.

The place is Ocean Point in East Boothbay, Maine, another place in New England that I dearly love.

The poem first appeared in the online literary journal, The Traveling Bohemian, and is included in my poetry collection, The Brook in the Woods Behind Our Old House.

Ocean Point

These rocks in the late-day sun,

mica-marbled, ancient, and smooth

That rich seaweed smell after

yesterday's storm

Those children poking

at treasures in the tide pool

That lone sailboat

heading home

This moment,

when the tide turns

and the wind grows chill

I should be on my way

but still

I stay.