This poem appears in the Web magazine Living Poets , Volume 1, Number VII, April 1996. It is reprinted by permission of the editor.
Disembarking at Digby
We waited all day for this
for the hills lifting out of the floating horizon
the basin webbed with nets the sky with its gulls
And it would have been worth it despite the squalls
that followed us over the Bay of Fundy
but as we drove off the Arcadian Queen
the left front tire went flat
and the sun went down behind
stranding us two helpless spiny creatures
at the lowest tide of the year
crippled in unfamiliar air but still praying
for the revival of the wave that brought us here.