
Wild apples, Whiting, Maine
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Wild apples, Whiting, Maine
Eggemoggin Reach
the Deer Isle bridge ahead
we’ll barely clear
six inches or sixty feet, what’s the difference?
other than a margin of error
the electronic gizmo’s
soundings in feet
at mean lower low water
I got to steer today
a feel of command
aiming for the arch of the bridge

Taking forever to get to the span
Deer Isle Bridge, as seen by vehicular traffic
Eggemoggen Reach Bridge from the water
a fixed bridge meaning
it doesn’t draw open
one more detail on the chart
(see Note B)
which I can’t find anywhere
until it’s pointed out in the margin,
same color type as the notice

we’re pushed by Greyhound
the inboard yawl
the motor behind me as a drone note
humming above lapping water
people bundled up this morning muted sun water depth 64
just gone to 72
Eggemoggen Reach broader
than Friar’s Road
where I live

Also known as tamarack and hackmatack around here. It’s a conifer that loses its needles each fall.
this lapping water is a nagging unease
so far from a destination
you can address

do I walk as fast as we’re sailing?
a fathom is essentially an arm span
how far the sound carries
that lawnmower
I think we’re heading the wrong direction
with someone new at the helm
how can they see ahead
from way back there?

I’m freezing
ready on the down haul
island hopping
today’s cold
except in the galley

To put the jack-o’-lanterns in context, let’s take a step back.



a day centered on shades of gray
trimmed in green and faint blue

slow bell
buoy, white and red
slow bell lazy-like,
lulling slow sea

we’re sailing about 1.3 knots
three times faster than I could swim
without a current
either way

Fall foliage doesn’t always have to be bold and splashy.

For the Passamaquoddy people at their Sipayik Reservation at Pleasant Point. Before the causeway was constructed in the 1930s, the waters of Passamaquoddy Bay mingled powerfully with those of Cobscook Bay here. There are plans to restore that.