the fog’s burned off
but still hazy
with another schooner far off to the left of the Angelique
a sailboat comes between us
another windjammer’s way off on the horizon
while we skirted a sandbar
Camden grows as we approach
the Congregational spire for navigation
perhaps there’s a third behind her
entry into crowded harbor even in shoulder season
a bit tricky
especially when a pleasure boat backs into our path
shouts of “get back!” or “keep moving” finally heard
Coast Guard a bit more astute
the transom of one sailboat ASTARA also the name of our messmate
should they get acquainted sometime
haven’t seen a Kroger product for ages till now
the logo popping above someone’s pack
My messenger bag has a conspicuous stain
its first
remaining as a badge of honor
or oarlock grease
as I’m getting off, “This is all you have?” as in surprised
while I’m realizing how much I overpacked
now to send off a deposit for next year
(which I did)
Jnana's Red Barn 