Seafarers depart from Camden Harbor
hoisting weathered lines
setting salty sails
as church bells chime at the five o’clock hour

the goings
the comings
of a busy day
yachts demand dock
dinghies dodging windjammers
yet strangely serene happenings
on the Penobscot bay

friendly waves
a wind-cracked finger
extends in a sailor’s salute

those dependent upon the sea
exude a sense of oneness
community
comradery

the seafarer’s salute
a familial gesture
a farewell
a good tiding
a praying for well being
and home coming