Thursday, July 9, 2015

These bright and shining days



These bright and shining days
I read Mary Oliver and remember
my little shack at the tip of Cape Cod,
the dancing surf, and the plovers
diving and darting, skittering
across the sand. And
NPS signs warning me to
keep away from their nesting grounds.

All hail the power to mate and love.
All hail the powers that be. It is resolved.
That all marriages are equal.

She Wakes Early, Thirst, and
A Thousand Mornings.
Wide windows looking out
upon the world.
Thank you God.
Thank you God.
Thank you God.
Thank you all those
who have gone before me,
leaving a trail of bread crumbs.
Thalassa

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