Noank, CT

We were craving a lobster roll when we made it to Connecticut....

...and we found an excellent one despite the intitial sticker shock of $13.95 (I have been away too long!) that included cole slaw and beverage... (I do realize that some purists would eschew the hamburger bun in favor of the split top hot dog bun. But since it is supposed to be about the lobster and this was a hot lobster roll and not a lobster salad roll I had no complaints.)

...and then a big sailboat went past to complete the scene while phrases of this poem bounced around my skull along with traces of rum from the previous evening.

Sea-Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)