1. 
dark dark day
the sun
a sliver of memory
slipping away

let daylight 
settle slowly

islands will appear
and ledges alight
handholds
we’ll follow

longing 
for night

2. 
what has become of the buoy 
off Georges Bank 
adrift and silent
since Thanksgiving

gauging the colors
of clouds winds 
calm seas building
nothing to report

ducks passing overhead
give a slight whistle

3.
first light reflected 
within the water 
off Clapboard Island

listen 
a voice says

the weather for
Chebeague and Matinicus
Monhegan Muscongus

each morning
the same
each morning
changed

high tide
just before
sunrise