Crisfield at Sunset I see God’s canvas of beautiful hues of pink and blue I see the edge of darkness as a day of work ends I hear the lapping of the water against the dock I hear the voices of the watermen who have worked hard today The scent of salt and sea The scent of Old Bay and crabs The sharp wire of the crabpot shaped by working hands The overlapping colors of God’s Hands shaping life The taste of sweet crabs, spice and butter The taste of goodness and hard work I imagine a time gone by when life was simpler I imagine the timelessness of a sunset in Crisfield