The first day when I walk around the bay
there still is ice on almost the entire surface.
Here and there small openings, dark
holes in the dissolving yellowish gray blanket.
Mallards seagulls golden-eyes running wildly, dizzy
from the sun and warmth and from all the people
who are out feeding them. The snow nearly melted,
here and there diminishing, blackened heaps, litter,
the arborvitae brown, broken, plasticbags scattered
here and there, the villas have seen better days.
I have walked here and carried
in eternity I have
been carried, like the water
carries me, like it holds
my body, like my body
holds the water, holds
me as I walk around
the eternal bay, happy
as an old bleary-eyed dog who
has lived to see one more spring
and for the first time