The Dreamers
a hand grasps
dory boat’s rim,
swaying
with current’s carousing
swell, the water
licking at his boots
little boy, sea-salting
on your lips
stand tall and proud
as a sailor’s ship
his other hand wards off
Cobequid Bay’s spray
eyes seeking out truths
only adults seem to know, he
wants to learn badly –
he wants to know
little boy
lost in thought
scanning incoming tide’s
patient rise
…smile
I am that little boy, too
© Richard L. Provencher 1990
first published June 1990 TYRO
Number Twenty-Six
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
ISSN 0836-4346
