Roaming the Northeast this past month…
I took nothing for granted.
The land where I grew up and her surrounds
Bare feet on wet earth
Crackling ThunderstormsConnections made forever
Friends new and old.
Souls who are there for you, present in the moment.
Dipping in shallow rivers
Swimming in deep lakes
Immersed in the History of it all, our ancestors homes, with worn shingles and peeling paint. And the land, carefully tended by the natives who cherished the abundance of the earth.
It was all they knew and then in a flash up went the concrete, steel and glass.
How we have forgotten how to be grateful.
Myths and legends traded for cell phones with useless selfies.
I remember Alex’s kiss, I didn’t want to let him go.
Backed up Traffic on 95
Exploring forgotten coastal routes,
Beaches covered in iridescent shells.
Driving at sunset over the Kingston bridge, the Hudson River below with it’s hematite glow
Somewhere up there was his cabin, where I could have made love to him for days
My body more open in this climate, limber and free.
Sitting in friends backyards catching up
Wondering where the time has gone, just like that, parents become grandparents and children morph into adults
Reminiscing with cherished ones from our San Francisco Days
Seems like lifetimes ago
Their children are now old enough to drive, off to college and fighting for abortion rights
Time does not stand still
This we know.
Finidng myself under the canopy of a a sprawling Oak
Noticing how different the East Coast Oak is from the West Coast oak
And remembering our kiss again and again.
Filled with butterflies.
The damselfly landed on my leg, curious about the salt on my skin
I didn’t want to leave his embrace. Sacred.
Golden memories like the sun reflecting on the mylar sails at sunset….drifting through the sea in a haze