I left a city buy the lake were I saw clippers & tall ships
And came to these mountains, these rivers never noticing the water, --the boats.
Although I’d been here before over nine years, yes several trips.
I walked down to the bridge after a day of Wheatie’s not oats--
to see the boats passing by with late spring – the sun shining.
Tugs and tows, outboards and sails it spurred a longing…
The sights set my neo heart a pining
At long last I sensed some belonging.
Eight months of being here uprooted from knowing--
to a place where it was new, strange-- in need of exploring…
as the sun shined upon the waters -- glowing…
ah, my heart for discovery was a whoring.
Dark water with silver, gold and labordorite in hue—
Water craft a plenty skimming there and here
It is somewhat familiar as if de javu!
The comfort of water like is a womb-- being near…
So many waters of life I’ve known—
Peterhead, Sapporo, Brussels, Buenos Aries, Brazilia, even the Cretin Isle…
Now, Steal Town is my own,
Pittsburgh I whispered with a smile.
54/23/07