Lazy waves slap against the pier,
lined with men,
fishing lines dipped into salt water,
pigeons and seagulls scattered about
hoping for a morsel.
A man catches a fish,
drops it in his creel,
puts more bait on his line.
A hooded crow watches curiously,
then drinks water collected
in a hole in the concrete.
As far as my eye can see has been
gouged into shape by a glacier,
only a few hundred thousand years ago,
a mere blink in the universe’s eye.
That nature could create such beauty,
such beauty that could bring a man
to stillness and wonder.