Fasten me to the morning,
to the note that woke me,
this deep, soulful river
now flooding my body,
bringing wondrous news.
A poem from many years ago – one which accurately describes my recent boating sojourn of almost 7 weeks, mostly off the grid, attending to a different kind of news.
Raindrops sparkling in the sun’s slow rise,
sprinkled like stars across the dark green leaves,
sky still heavy with the sleep of trees…
shouldered aside by dripping roofs,
the world they wake to –
is it all that they dreamed?
Another poem from the North Shore Magazine vault.