Tied to the blue

The yellow ship in the harbor

Dips above the waves

A fisherman waves to his wife

As a bell tolls

Signaling his departure

The mask is slipping

Off the pale-man’s face

As he hobbled over the man

“Do you need help with your luggage?”

The fisher shakes his head

“It looks like it’s going to rain.”

The pale-faced man raises an eyebrow

And looks up at the sky

Not a cloud, no speck of white

“Is that a yes, or a no?”

“Neither.” The fisherman picks up his luggage

And heads into the boat

Once he’s gone from sight

The clear sky begins to cry

No clouds, yet it’s raining