and we are finally here
returning once again to the lake of memories.
the houseboat secured, knots tied to
those four familiar, barkless trees worn smooth, standing
on steep jagged shore of the cove we call our own.
signaling another summer warming to its inevitable end,
another year a family tradition fulfilled. our
simple food, and spirits shared with
an ever expanding family of friends, like a rippling
through calm waters, radiating, a
rolling slow motion of fingers reaching
cheerful shores. smiles and our laughter filter through
the cabins, reside at tables, float
lazily like brightly colored rafts in clean water. and
even us, who have taken this trek year after year, unapologetically
join the newly invited, still marvel at the serenity here, the endless loop of
siience that never begins and sees no end….. and can still
gasp at the Blue Heron flying weightless and
closer than it did last year,
preening just for us on
a narrow and slick stretch of pebbles
in this year of high water.
this first night end any better?
huddled under the canopy sheltered
from the sudden downpour, flashlights illuminating
a spontaneous waterfall cascading down
the steeply sloped, stone bank
us all giggling like kids.
when Scout and i finally snug
in our cozy step down cabin,
stroking her hair drifting her to sleep
the gentle rhythm of love’s deep breathing
the only sound in this endless loop of silence