On a Littoral Plain

Those poems please me most

In which reality’s pleasures unfold

On a literal and symbolic plain

Simultaneously self-reinforcing

And so it may be said of this

Poem of mine as I proceeded

Up the mouth of Weesuck Creek

Making way for the Outcast’s

Port side stern

While up the West Bank
I saw the Endurance

Out of Sag Harbor

Anchored there

And beyond that a

Bright yellow thing

Hauled up alongside

The Skopanich dock

Do I call it Hope?

It seems overpowering

With twin outboards too