'You'll be gone too'

On the Portland waterfront.

"Wharves with their warehouses sagging   

       on wooden slats, windows steamed up

           and beaded with rain -- it's  a wonder

weather doesn't wash them away. In time,

    they seem to say, you'll be gone too,

        your belongings left on a quay for the taking....''

From "Here,'' by Betsy Sholl, who lives in Portland and is a former Maine poet laureate.