Early morning, before the island wakes,
Brant Point fishing can be magical.
A father and son hop in their kayak,
headed to Coatue to go clamming.
Some fishermen already leaving
when we arrived, there's always an earlier bird.
Still waters, quiet minds.
A boat or two glides by,
not busy like in August but friendly--
David usually knows the folk on these boats.
Sailing beauties sleep
Pan-fired scup for breakfast?
That's reason enough for early morning fishing.
Evidence of a good catch,
a bluefish rack left for the seagulls.
Or, in a different light:
a mermaid sits and sings
on the rocks of the Brant Point lighthouse.
Like I said, magical.