Frenchman’s Bay

by Paul Marion

A hook root anchors kelp
Sea-minerals enrich your blood
Stars move 30 degrees in a month
Good dogs sleep in the sun
A man saws white pine boards
The stone hut dates from ‘41
I’m on a glacier-scraped island
An eclipse-high tide once covered it
Ducks dive to fish
Lobstermen check their traps
Herons stand in treetops
Terns skim the bay
The wind is east
The rope swing sways
An eagle duels two crows for mussels
Dry downed spruce burns fast
5,000-year-old burial ground
Jets cross over us