The Bold Ocean
As the easternmost sea crashes ashore
over a myriad of pebbles and stones
surrounded by mighty evergreens
There’s a brass plate nailed to a mossy bench
brushed by the powerful salty winter winds
from the boldest of oceans
engraved
with a name meaningless to most
reminder of the ones we all have lost
In the distance the timeless lighthouse warning
flashes to veer vessels from this coveted cove
where a siren must have found her true love
My heart halts for a second or two wondering
who may be still looking out for us from above
I resume reluctantly my travel to another
beautiful coastal town in Maine
pondering that this life should be about love
and not about deeply felt disdain