Bunkhouse Window

If you were to stand inside of the painting Outdoor Shower
this would be your view…
if the blueberry bushes and a portion of the bluff were moved slightly to the left…
and the October sun broke through the clouds
long enough to dry your towel so you could dry yourself.

And standing on those weathered cedar planks…
you might be able to taste,
as I can even here in my Pennsylvania studio…
the salty spray of the ocean…
being washed away from your late afternoon’s walk on Squibnocket beach.

And if you’re very clever, and oh so lucky,
in the distance, over your right shoulder,
you will be able to smell the clams
just beginning to open into the steaming garlic and wine sauce.

And there, just past the old wire soap holder,
and across the patchwork meadow…
is that a pair of deer… stopping to listen
to a faint whisper of the Glenn Miller orchestra …
tuning up for the evening’s soundtrack.