Twentieth Wedding Anniversary
She brought me breakfast in bed this morning,
Which was a very nice way to begin the day.
We drove to Seal Cove for lunch,
Arriving at low tide, with its spectacular
Thirty or forty foot drop. On a hunch
We crossed the little bridge and walked
In among the abandoned smoke houses.
It felt as if we were being stalked
By ghosts. At Red Point Beach
We collected a cup of magnetized sand,
Digging as deep as our hands could reach.
Later, we visited the back-up power
Station at Ingalls Head Harbour, near
Where the ferry boat leaves on the half hour
For Whitehead Island. The boat,
Capacity fourteen small or medium-sized
Vehicles, was already afloat,
More than halfway across. The meal
At Seal Cove, with wine, and a dessert
Of bread pudding smothered in real
Whipping cream, was excellent, though
A little too much, and now we’re tired,
Ready to lie down, with nothing to show
For it, but the promise of love.