This is a poem inspired by a painting by artist Judith Clay titled, “At the Harbor”
At the harbor, she watches the rain drops kiss the surface
of the water, spreading circles like visible sound.
Standing at the edge of the pier her umbrella keeps her dry
but her feet are as wet as the fish she carries for their supper.
A ships fog horn sounds and reminds her that she
must get home, her papa will be waiting.
But the rise and fall of the water was irresistible
and as she fell, she could not help but smile.