At Least

I want to get up early one more morning,
before sunrise. Before the birds, even. 
I want to throw cold water on my face 
and be at my work table
when the sky lightens and smoke
begins to rise from the chimneys 
of the other houses. I want to see the waves break 
on this rocky beach, not just hear them
break as I did all night in my sleep.
I want to see again the ships 
that pass through the Strait from every
seafaring country in the world— old, dirty freighters just barely moving along, 
and the swift new cargo vessels
painted every color under the sun 
that cut the water as they pass.
I want to keep an eye out for them. 
And for the little boat that plies 
the water between the ships 
and the pilot station near the lighthouse. 
I want to see them take a man off the ship 
and put another up on board. 
I want to spend the day watching this happen 
and reach my own conclusions. 
I hate to seem greedy—I have so much 
to be thankful for already. 
But I want to get up early one more morning, at least.
And go to my place with some coffee and wait. 
Just wait, to see what’s going to happen.
~ Raymond Carver