Flying to Nantucket
I have set out a course to Nantucket,
Seeking wind, with my wings out to tack it;
But my heart, it lies shattered
Off the hurricane-battered
South shore of the island Nantucket.
This July, I am following his flight,
With his wife and her sister, that night;
Past Point Judith, over water,
Along the path that was shorter,
And away from the coastline’s faint light.
Did he know what was going to come,
When the fog rose, embalming their sun?
Did she try to stay calm,
Put her hand on his arm,
When she knew day was finally done?
I have set out my course past Nantucket,
Forging north, with my compass to track it.
But my heart, it lies torn
Beneath waters forlorn,
As I fly, as I fly past Nantucket.