Pea Soup
Pea soup envelopes Cundy’s Harbor.
From the water’s edge, you can see Maine’s coastal charm
Until the massive eraser called fog rolls in.
The bright uniformity of soft mist
Leaves everything to the imagination.
Each water particle floats around the air in a dizzying chaos
Sometimes swayed one direction or another by a faint breeze.
The typical bustle of tourists in a Harpswell summer is reduced to
The background buzz of store refrigeration and water pumping
With the occasional far-off hum of a lobster boat
Far past the curtain of fog.
Visibility extends solely to the end of the wharf
Where there is no evidence of a world beyond.
The only evidence of lobstering
Is GMCs, Dodges, and Chevys packed into the wharf parking lot.
The drivers now at the helm of
Miss Molly, Flying Dutchman, Carolyn B, and Piece of Bass
Blindly navigate buoy infested waters
With GPSs and radar
Making vision obsolete.
Pea soup envelopes Cundy’s Harbor.
From the water’s edge, you can see Maine’s coastal charm
Until the massive eraser called fog rolls in.
The bright uniformity of soft mist
Leaves everything to the imagination.
Each water particle floats around the air in a dizzying chaos
Sometimes swayed one direction or another by a faint breeze.
The typical bustle of tourists in a Harpswell summer is reduced to
The background buzz of store refrigeration and water pumping
With the occasional far-off hum of a lobster boat
Far past the curtain of fog.
Visibility extends solely to the end of the wharf
Where there is no evidence of a world beyond.
The only evidence of lobstering
Is GMCs, Dodges, and Chevys packed into the wharf parking lot.
The drivers now at the helm of
Miss Molly, Flying Dutchman, Carolyn B, and Piece of Bass
Blindly navigate buoy infested waters
With GPSs and radar
Making vision obsolete.