Ponytailed six-year old:
Last day of school means
First day at the beach.
Bags packed with sunscreen and towels confirm the good news
--three months of freedom!
A gull, perched on a sea wall,
Blankly stares at passersby.
We pour tartar sauce over clam rolls
And unwrap pastel pink, green and yellow
Salt water taffies.
Later, we'll drive home in our
For now, as waves ebb,
We explore tide pools,
Collect pale green sea glass,
And walk for miles on smooth, wet sand,
Where our footprints vanish as soon as they appear.
Winter watches with bated breath.
Autumn ignites a fiery death spiral.
Winter waits in respectful silence.
In the interim hush, the darkest nights
Herald the newborn sun.
Winter quietly steps forward as we close the blinds
And make tomorrow's careful plans.
We awaken early for work or school,
Mistaken, we're sure;
Only a Sunday morning would
Be so still.
Winter watches, amused,
As indignant surprise and rattling plows
Mingle with youthful delight and scraping sleds.
Feral cats stare at us,
Assigning blame for this outrage.
Winter sighs, depleted.
Sunlight, too brilliant for comfort,
Blossoms from the clouds in a southwest wind.
"Good thing," we remark,
In a nod to those who wait outside
The rescue mission across the street.
How blessed you are.
You sleep away the winter;
When the spring runoff cracks the ice,
You smash through chilly, rushing waters
To retrieve the choicest salmon.
When the sun warms your back,
You meticulously forage for blueberries
And delicately lick honey from your lethal paw.
How blessed we are
To follow your shadow,
To hope for a glimpse of
What will it be like?
What will I be like?
Will I be graceful as I disembark,
dreaming yet awake, with all my
ghosts, into the newness of "we"?
Will my hair be smooth?
Will my seams be straight?
When well-rehearsed phrases dissolve
into wordless gratitude,
Will it even matter?
Twin souls, weary of estrangement,
ready to mend,
In separate places in separate times:
We each unknowingly raised this cup
from that eternal wellspring which
loves us both.
We now sip from that cup, together,
And give praise.