Frederick Isham Halsey
The sea tugged at his heart with all its tides,
Its colors and rhythms and tumults; and tall ships
Passing at dawn or pausing at twilight were always
In his eyes and his talk and at his finger tips.
Beautiful, big-eyed, with rebellious hair
I watch him in a stiff wind with his boat,
Letting her have it; and I watch him roping her
Down at the dock and the spray all over his coat.
And we watch him again at the wharf
With the rising wind and the water suckling him out to sea;
And he gets in his boat and heads into the dawn-drift.
To chat with a certain Captain from Galilee.
-from a poem by Joseph Auslander