Poet’s Corner: Small Craft Warning

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By James Lowell

Gust knocks are gathering for a blow

where boats tug at their moorings, gulls

become sea hawks in the upwell. I hold

the suicide knob on my Edson wheel

of my Everglades, heading to my piling so

her bow will ride out the prevailing gale.

The wind runs counter to the velveteen bay.

Hull rivulets sound like a rain-hammered pail.

She is on the dock whistling up a storm.

Miles away, I see the squall lines come.

Jim Lowell is a winter mainlander and summer Cuttyhunk poet whose works have appeared in the Canadian Review of Literature, English, the Caribbean Writer, and elsewhere.