Montauk Map

you are familiar 

like sandals on feet

and the sand in between 

and brightest eyes. 

sweatshirts, and hair in your face-

do you live in this place? 

or are you just visiting. 

the water rises in swells 

drenching my shorts 

all the ships in your ports 

may be sailing- 

but I'm still here. 

I can taste the salt, 

of every new sea, 

with it's watery colors

and ever-y tree 

is a story. 

the other side of the map. 

and the rocks hurt my feet

and the tears in my eyes-

'cause I'm happy.

you know this place, you're a sailboat , I know- 

and this harbor is home, beneath blue sky. 

I could write books about you 

you won't stop smiling 

your hands are cold 

and the tears in your eyes, 'cause you're happy.