“Towards lighthouse on
Machias Seal Island…”

Winter cold lingered over Fundy Bay,
Stillness before storm, ominous signs,
Reading seabirds, snow-filled clouds,
Nothing on radar except far-distant
Isles, sweeping reflections of piled
Stone slabs. We pushed south into
Grey-zone, towards lighthouse on
Machias Seal Island, listening on VHF
Channel 19. Plowing five-foot seas,
Foggy passage, spray on windshield,
No helos flying out of Saint John, only
Boat access, diesels churning, coffee
Hot, wheelhouse warm, hard rhythmic
Ride, weather, sea conditions hold,
Thinking two hours out and back each
Way, seagoing life I wanted, life I have.

Thanks for reading.

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