Arctic Air: Rockport

By Jon Potter | Feb 08, 2013

It slips and curls here from the north, so clear,

And dries the grayish plumes from chimneys fast—

So dry the fluffs of flames just disappear.

It slides through trees, consumes exhaust cars cast,

And reaches deep and clean into each lung

Where moisture from a warmer world has clung.


The bundled walkers with their dogs push through,

The walkers’ heads all buried in thick cloth,

Though air still slides inside: “All heat pursue!”

Their dogs will shiver like a dying moth.

Above, the brilliant sun is pure and strong,

Its elegance is pulled through air’s pure song.


Beneath the ice, the Rockport stream flows fresh

And slips its water slyly on the salt,

On water in the harbor’s empty crèche,

To skin the sea so smooth, without a fault.

The lobster boats still moored at harbor’s head

Swing circles through the glaze—a tidal spread.


Jon Potter lives in Rockport, and is an instructor at University College at Rockland — “URock.” He participates in the Rockland Public Library’s Poets’ Corner. Several poems and many plays of his have been published. In summer, he facilitates the Commedia dell’ Arte theatre, “The Rolling Stock Company: Comedy a la Carte” with its mobile stage.

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