Chatham From Cambridge
Powdered shell above my head
Powdered shell below my feet
Above it's tangerines, mauves and red
Below it's the color of dried wheat
I drop to the sand to see fire pink
Behind silhouettes of reed
Then walk along the licking sea
Then licked - in - up to my knee
I have a crab shell in my pocket
Sea grass in my hand
The shoreline inscribes the deepening blues
With yes, good life, this land
I have the Atlantic on my feet
My eyes are wide and the night is clear
My carriage floats through the storybook street
I don't seem to steer
The man in the moon reclines to my left
The sun lingers in the sky
Layers of green, orange and plum
Prepare a place for the night to lie
The night is wrapped in black right now
Welcoming lights abound
The Cape is warm in the cold tonight
As I close this enchanted round.