You Are Watching The Sun
The one poem that I connected with the most was You Are Watching the Sun. This timeless poem with its metaphoric connection to a broken bike and it’s priceless ability to make me reminisce of the time I’ve spent looking over buzzards bay on a warm, windy summer evening. It reminds me of young me launching my Optimist through the muddy, sandy, beach. Seeweed brushing against my bare legs, all exited for a long day sailing in the classic buzzards bay sea breeze. That is the place this poem takes me.