All clear on the Atlantic horizon
empty of vessels:
dragger, barge, tanker, tug
trawler, cruiser, yacht
no ship in sight
only a fine blue-green line
stretches east to west
or west to east.
Surf beyond the bar
white-capped waves
roll ashore on top of themselves.
Herring gulls bray
and cormorants skim surface waters
plying for fish.
Terns dart, dive and hover
their white bodies and black wingtips
stark outlines against a sky
empty of blue
pale with the promise of Spring.
Monica Enders lives in Sag Harbor.