The Blue Before Me

My melancholy mood

A simple sadness, blue;

Lake Superior blue;

The world's ships leave

Laden with ore

Carving the blue

Cutting it in two

And disappearing into

The horizon,

Carrying bits of me

Away.

They all go home

And I watch them go

Waiting my turn

From this rocky shore

I want more

The Noreaster gathers some blue

And blows it right through my bones

Leaving me alone

Longing for home

As another Winter invites me to wait

Standing ankle deep

Feeling so cold

As far as I can go

Hands in pockets

Don't know what else to do

Eyes glued...