“What do you do when it’s all done?” Up at The Entrance he sits and watches . Up at The Entrance I sit, we sit, and watch . It brings you alive , it keeps you alive . Well what will you do when it is all done?
turning the tide
it’s a big sky the horizon
where the sea meets it
would be a lonely line
except for the old man who keeps it company
he knows the weathers personally
sits watches over the lake’s journey into the sea
keeps the tides on track
shepherds their turning checks they’re on time
what do you do when it’s all done
leathery face salty beard
his blood-shot eyes
smile contentedly