Here’s two new ones:
For the Taking
We first met at the old country store, you behind the counter
making the National cash register sing, here from a college in the East, staying with your auntie
in the Hiawatha Valley for that summer so long ago.
Now I have come back here, the old store still standing, you remarried in New York,
never to return to farm fields
and wood smoke
and small towns fading away.
And yet the store remains open, like me a nostalgic relic
of romantic and simpler times, when all that we needed and all that we wanted was right in front of us,
bc June 2016
We walked hand in hand on the Oregon beach,
surf exhaling the ocean’s life, haystacks split midway
by layered mist,
and seagulls hunting in the waves.
We must have walked miles in silence, enchanted simply
by the endless roar and power and truth of the Pacific :
all life is but a chance- made, taken, or given-
only a chance.
We reached our tent in evening twilight and sat near the fire at sunset.
And the smoke rose gently up from our camp
and flowed to the horizon and the Orient –
to the millions waking, to lovers loving,
to couples walking
their own Pacific beaches,
with our revolutions and wars of the heart finally long over.