from Off the Pier at St. Anne’s
The old green pier stares eyeless
into the sun, its broken panes witness
to the passing of time under the wings of gulls.
Only after cumulus thunder woos us
with a string of broken promises
does the sea roar loud enough
to make us wish we’d never sought
the distant vagaries of wind and wave.
–excerpt from “Off the Pier at St. Anne’s” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Orchard House Press 2007).