Three Poems Written on a Train From Rockport to Boston

Three Poems Written on a Train From Rockport to Boston

I

Thinking

I walked along a rocky Atlantic beach,

wet sands under my worn shoe,

            and my mind drunk on thoughts of you.

November’s cool raw beauty blows over my face this morning as I take this constitutional,

            and the scents of sea salt

and of your hair

mingle on my nostrils

And as a blue sky begins to clear over the beach

I am thinking of my returning to you.

            We are two almost within reach.

 

II

Thought

 

And in my drunkenness do my thoughts turn to you.

            Happily and innocently, as a terrier to its owner.

And while the night is a waste without us together,

            how my thoughts remain steadfast on your heart.

 

III

And I can now

 

With a gray sky over head,

and trees aflame in November,

will I hope to find us together someday.

            Because New England is the romantic engine of Autumn. 

                        And I can now smell the wet leaves in the air;

                        And I can now smell your fine black hair;

                        And now can I smell all my cares

                                    fleeting as we embrace .