Second of the season

i went out this morning around 5:15 am -
this time to Freeport Nautical Mile
everything looked desolate, empty, and
wrong


i wondered where the fishermen were
are they already back and sleeping?
are they still out there at sea?

what am i doing?
perhaps planning
to come again in the future
with a camera and capture the images
that i've witnessed, as they seem surreal

i kept looking behind me for a patrol car or a sea gull
only the bare silhouette of my shadow kept track of my existence