By The Bay And On The Dock

A senior moment in the night

By The Bay And On The Dock

Drag the old bones forward to the dock

Feel the cold wet bricks on weathered feet

Through holes in worn out leather shoes

Feel the brass handle of your crooked cane

Trembling to support your ancient footing

Through the fog there is nothing left to see

After 3:00 am darkness fills in as company

Wood planks come up from out of nowhere

Indicate you’ve reached your destination

Stand silent on the boardwalk by the bay

Hear the rippled waves touch the souls of rocks

One false step could land you in the drink

There is no end to what the waters depths might mean

If the tide rolls in it will return tomorrow

But tonight an old woman comes by

Taps you on the shoulder in surprise

If you turn and she has wrinkles, kiss her

Hold her hand and smile

Hope the dock supports your plan

Reviews

[willweb]

Now that was something I really enjoyed. I could feel the damp salted air and hear the waves rushing in. The creaks of the boards beneath his feet and then the sudden touch. That was nice. Well done.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Willweb, I am so glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate your comments. Have a great day, Earl

[softlyfall]

Such an atmospheric poem, the scene is so vivid. The description of the cane let me slip into the shoes of the protagonist. I love somatic imagery. I mostly love the romantic bit of mischief at the end.
Wonderful

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Softlyfall,
Thank you so much. So glad you enjoyed it. You are very kind. Have a wonderful day. Take care, Earl