He waited for the right
evening light, waited
until gray fishing shacks
on beach's far reach glowed
dun colored like rocks scattered
nearby. They sit in sand brightened
with water skim left by receding tide.
Did he see the willet caught mid-stride
in the same skim that holds shack's reflection?
Stilts shine white under two shacks, hold them
high from tide's flow and flood.
Blue green evening sky with cream clouds provides
counterpoint to short- lived wood glow.
For Open Link night at dVerse Poets Pub. Photo of fishing shacks in South Portland, Maine by Jack Kennealy, a physicist turned photographer, who waited 2 years for this shot. We lived in Cape Elizabeth, close to this beach, for 5 1/2 years.