Go back to that place
where just below the view
of Holmes Bay, with its seal’s back
island, its lobster pots and birds,
there is a windowsill

with aquamarine bubble glass
and loons. You can look outside
yourself and try to pin this vista
to the day like a painting, upload
its likeness to your desktop

so you won’t forget, or just sit still
on the red couch with your coffee
and company, wait for the sea smoke,
for the cold sparkle of what moves
underneath, for winter.