Harbor Pilot   She’s the one, all right — the one with the shine, up at dawn and already beaming that zillion-watt smile — she knows everything’s fine and just the way it has to be. So what’s   new? And what’s beautiful? The summer day’s not long enough for this much light, this much energy, this much color. If she says Keep it cool, we’ll keep it cool. If we touch   infinity, that too will be cool. We never expected this particular gravity, this particular degree, simplicity whispering more, the far   beyond the near, beckoning, beckoning, unbolting the gates, never saying no, remembering all of it, everything, yet reconfiguring the sky, just so.                                                           for Suzanne     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont May 2016