Gray Harbor

I come here too often

I stare at the remnants and shell of a tight-knit house

And the sight of it rends me knotted with regret

To know a man had built it so carefully and clean

And lived and cared for its beauty until it gleaned

In the sheet-like sunshine that shone from the city

Only today there’s a gray sky on the harbor

A cityscape rendered unfocused by rainfall

But the rain is halted at city’s edge

I’m left only to wonder if it comes my way

And I assume that it will, as it always does

This house has trapped me here, but it never tells

It will moan and creak in the wind but hush the shells

Of other schemes and plans washed up by ocean swells

When they speak of their troubles and regret

This island has not been littered enough, yet

It is far too clean to be of concern to those in the city

Who are all caught up in their weeping and self-pity

From the rain and waves that made this island so shitty

I come here too often

I stare at the remnants and shell of a tight-knit house

And the sight of it rends me knotted with regret

To know that I haven’t visited the city yet