Far Out in the Harbor

 

Far out in the harbor in the pink dusk

of a late June day, lies a schooner fast

to her anchor beneath the first quarter moon.

 

The softness of the scene mesmerizes me

and I imagine I can hear the rigging softly

click and ring against the swaying masts.

 

I quietly breathe in time to the gently

breaking surf. The nearby sounds of the Fiesta

are dampened by my meditation;

I am drawn into the temple of the harbor.

 

© Marty Luster 2012

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