Storm waves are
Crashing up off the harbor
onto the balcony.
As close as I dare, I step
to the edge to look –
A ship that size has never been so close and
I’ve never seen this water look so
Deep and deeply blue.
My keys are in my hand, and a bag, some papers, a photo,
but I can’t grab everything fast enough –
Surf is rolling in and the harbor’s now the sea –
And it’s all getting ruined.
Time to move. Time to run.
-Kathleen C Cooper, November 2, 2013