Rockport in spring, with its photo galleries,
Ice-cream sundaes, dogs of all breeds -
Here you suddenly feel the disparities
Between time and its cobblestone streets.
At every corner, the view is enchanting -
The same gray seagulls above the marinas.
…But if the universe is ever-expanding
So too is the distance between us,
That is to say I’m not who I was then,
Even a year ago, - it’s rather astounding,
But as kids we mark the wall, as men
We track our changes by our surroundings.
Perhaps, this is why I’m drawn to the coast,
Every spring, by this quaint little town, -
To cherish the details that will soon be lost, -
Every sunset hue, every spoken sound.