Afloat upon the silken water of dawn 

atop her own shimmering reflection

she admires herself in the morning light

like a queen preening before a mirror. 

The lobsterman’s boat is an elegant sight.

 

The curve of her sheer, so graceful and deceptive,

disguises the power she possesses.

A sleek and sinewy roamer

she luxuriates at rest,

like a sated lioness

lying languorous in the sun

when the killing's done.

  

Sparkling jewels adorning the harbor’s breast

these boats lie at ease in the imperious peace

of those who brave the wind and the waves 

of a ferocious sea, 

and do so beautifully.