January 25, 2012


Lifeguard stations
are gathered together,
facing the parking lot,
pulled from distant
summer sites,
no more rescues
needed this year.
They lean my way,
the closest they will get
to trouble today,
since I'm not
in need of saving yet,
their phone lines
disconnected anyway.
Doors boarded tight
against winter wind,
they note
my passing,
having learned
in warmer weather
who bears watching.