62677 Poem by RIC BASTASA

To them he is an
engineer
and she is a
lawyer

at first glance they
are
statutes of
stable vocations

the boat is steady
on the water and
there is no storm
coming

both are lonely
in their thirties

they are thirsty and
sit on the same table
at the canteen

i am not a lawyer
she tells him
i am a woman

me too, he answers her
i am not an engineer
i am
a man

from the window the
sea hums a new song
to the hot coffee
and toasted bread

the go inside the cabin
the storm arrives and
the boat rocks to the
surface of the sea
like a
woman on top of a man.