Are showing. I am not afraid
of gray

days and midnight blue
evenings—the Atlantic

a skipping stone’s
throw away

at all times. Barnacles
hosted in the seams

of everything. Four distinct
seasons, each with its own

drama—highs and lows.
Connecticut and Massachusetts

call me home at the least
expected moments. I don’t

always answer—but can’t
camouflage my soul’s saturation for long.