Pentwater State Park, MI 8/13/12
A dull day at the beach.
Sprinkling on and off and now and then,
overcast with clouds and chill,
and still we came.
Evening and a-sudden
children, kites, and ice cream –
the rangers’ class was done.
Big folks ran with wee ones,
the sky and ground were full of yellow kites!
The sleeping flock of gulls awoke.
Fisherpeople walked the pier,
and I, to watch them cast.
Large swells rolled slowly toward us,
boats crept silent through the channel.
And then the break!
A glaring shiny circle on the waves.
Had an alien ship landed near our shores?
No, the clouds had deigned to let a little sun shine through.
Slowly oh so slowly, more light flowed out.
Then crowds appeared from nowhere.
Chatter, hush, excitement.
It was happ’ning quickly.
A hundred strangers found their seats together,
as if in church.
Children still were children in the sand,
gulls just circled for their food,
all not knowing what the grown-ups knew –
we would see the sun set!
And those whose lives had tested them enough
would sit and soak in awe
a time of passing perfect peace,
a promise, glimpse,
that life is glorious.
Pentwater State Park MI 8/14/12
I set my little tent
beneath the large old pine,
then crawled inside and tried to sleep.
The sweet cool breeze that brushed my cheeks
turned chill. My nose was cold.
Wrapped tight in twisty cloaks and folds
I tossed and turned and thought and pondered
on into a fitful sleep.
aware that “Nature calls.” Oh no.
Must I rise and find my shoes
and shuffle off in dark to find relief?
A peek through netted windows
up through pine
revealed a star! “Aha!
For that I’ll rise in dark and cold,”
I said to self.
I fumbled for my shoes,
tumbled out the zippered door
and sitting on the ground looked up.
There across the quiet campround
just above the treeline
a crescent moon
was smiling at a brilliant planet!
The two so glad to look upon
the sleeping earth.
I rose and stumbled to the road.
All there! The tiny Little Sisters in the sky,
Cassiopea sitting upside down,
Orion almost set,
and a bridge of milky mist
gentling up the darkness
Here to There.
I found my way with care and quiet steps.
returned to sit and be
with Universe, always there,
Which shows itself when conscious mind takes rest.
Pentwater State Park, MI 8/14/12
Oh, to always be with you!
A part of me is always here,
listening to your whisp’rings back and forth,
the farther shrieking call of gulls,
the rolling sound of waves
moving in and kneeling on the shore.
My body will remember warmth of sun,
and cold of water on my knees.
And soft of sand on feet,
and little bugs in other worlds
skipping over legs.
I and all the other unnamed friends on earth
who shared these dunes and sands today:
the sun soakers,
bike peddlers back and forth along the walks.
Little wispy children
spinning worlds from nowhere,
young men and women seeking mates,
old mates enjoying rest together.
But more than all,
A part of me will stay here on this dune ridge
with you, grandmother cottonwoods,
who knew me as a child.
Now I and you are so far on in years.
I say ’twill be myself goes first into return
to Source, but you are coming, too,
I see. And when the dune has
gently buried you
I’ll be one to welcome you
to spirit, Source,
Who dreamed us all together
here this day.