the pebbles of abderdeen
strewn out on this spit of sand
the uneven pieces
not even a puzzle
not even a map
the randomness only
orderly tides can create,
a random skyline of stars-
all traveling
while ours, we orbit
and here we are
in our corner of the milky way
on the corner of our little home
on the shores of a bay
in abderdeen;
not known outside these parts
not talked about in legends
but here lives come
and here they pass
in this little hamlet of new jersey
the shore of aberdeen.