On the Bay Side


Like the skimmer that scoots
long the Palimino Sound
his long nose gliding
through the clean silver water
I'm coming up empty
and gulping for air
Like a puzzle that's finished
but still is undone
I'm coming up empty
and going no where
I try to adjust
but my mind is on break
and the world takes a shift
like the continental drift
I'm looking for answers
but the questions aren't found
and the skimmer keeps on trying
for his long overdo dinner
and I'm watching the sun sink
down under the sound.


July 2003