by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Deck 9:30am

He stood in His Pyjamas

in the early morning sun

gazing out, forward

across The West Side

of Shelburne Harbour

across the serene dockage

of My Mother’s Boat

at mooring

He took it all in:

He took in The Wild Flowers

The Rocks of the shoreline

He took in The Light

on the water

He took in The Air

and The Warmth

The Buzz of One Fly

and grinned