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 all those

who have gone before me,

leaving a trail of bread crumbs.

Thalassa

Memoirous