Poems & Essays

21 Nov

Rockland Breakwater Light

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You walk a mile out to sea
over huge granite squares
bumpy slick surface
wind off the water
chilling your face and hands
wind whipping your hair
from beneath the hood
of your warmest winter parka.

At the house
still closed in March
you stand up next
to the building
and immediately
the wind is cut
the air soft
a misting drizzle

and she is there
your youngest daughter
on her Spring Break
from college in the West
and every thing seems right
for a time
her coming to town
the same way she came
into your lives twenty years ago—
a skinny-legged beauty
all energy and blessing.

Rockland, Rockport, Camden,
Belfast, Winterport, Hampden,
you say the names in reverse
like an incantation
calling her back.



Annette Weed is a mother, grandmother, poet and teacher living in Veazie, Maine. Her work has appeared in Freedom Writers, Since Cera, Dialogue, Ancient Paths and elsewhere. When not writing, she can be found hiking or at the opera.



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  1. Sharon

    December 3, 2016 at 12:24 pm

    Ahh, the Breakwater. My husband and I walked it thisThanksgiving, without our children. Felt the cold you speak of.
    Happy to see a fellow Mainer here. I live in Sidney.


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