
Those are salmon pen farms, should you be interested.

And that’s the point, in Cobscook Bay.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Those are salmon pen farms, should you be interested.

And that’s the point, in Cobscook Bay.
Geographically, Maine is the biggest state in New England – almost as large as the other five combined. That still ranks it 39th in size in the USA.
We’re also famed for some very dry humorists and fresh-from-the-sea lobsters the way Vermont’s stuck with maple syrup and a red leaves identity.
Beyond that, here are some other things that are unique to the place.

Working the toilet is an art … as for showers?
I’m getting the swing of it.


Last leg, motoring toward Camden
the cabbage with the corned beef last night
has done a number on me
we’re all in the same boat
for now
A state park right in our small city set upon Moose Island has some marvelous side trails. And to think, the site nearly became a stinky oil refinery. Hats off to citizen action!



This Coast Guard cutter at the Breakwater demonstrates just how much our waters can change in five or six hours.



The 135-foot-high lighthouse, the tallest in New England, sits remotely on a treacherous, tiny island seven miles off the coast in York, Maine.
The rocky outcropping was the site of a 1710 shipwreck that left the stranded sailors resorting to cannibalism to survive the winter before their rescue.
The current cylindrical tower was built in 1855 after earlier ones had been washed away.
As one of the most remote lighthouses in New England, it has a wild history.

Food truck, Belfast, Maine
sleeping with the ocean
a mere foot from my head

the ship at port / anchored creaks, lines grinding / groaning
I hear the neighbors either side
Intimately
have you read
a common topic so uncommon
elsewhere
“I’m dying to be a better reader”
like digging a hole
I like going to bed
or lying on a beach

back below, in my berth
I hear steady breathing a few feet away
only a thin wall separating our heads
her boyfriend’s in crab school
yep, they giggle
unlike the couple with Southern accents
from Florida
the knitting picked up again

I’m going to sleep
[I’m falling asleep]
and so is most of the rest
finally
how many times will I be up
in the middle of the night
the head’s up on deck
I’m glad it’s not raining
or heavily foggy
though we’re sleeping at sea
it’s calmer than a water bed
creaking and thumps
more likely my neighbors
than the interplay of planks and sea
yes, somebody’s bones
now, for that damned mosquito
or some scratching overhead
who just dropped what
on the deck above me?
a shutting door
with a latch
and shuffling
who’s securing the gear
in the dusk?
what a still, calm spot she’s chosen
for the night
3:30 am, a nearly full moon
scattering sound of steady traffic
the other side of Isle au Haut
(the south)
may simply be the water motion
there’s definitely surf other side,
slight breeze, 1 mph?
to the west
can barely see Polaris
light cloud cover
only one plane overhead
on the European flight way
and the flash of a fishing boat
light array
in the gap of Deer Isle
what’s all the noise around me tonight
besides a stray cough
or zipper

are we really that restless
I have no idea what the Patriots
or Sox
did over the weekend
though they’ve been spiraling downward
light snoring in my ear last night
I had the most erotic dream
of someone who in reality was almost well
This could become obsessive.

Colby College, Waterville.