i wake up to pine surrounding me in
the century old walls
and the trees beyond them.
blankets,
needed when the cold strained at its bonds,
now thrown to the foot of the bed,
again call to my rested mind.
out in front
i am a barricade between the old house and the fierce ocean which
pummels the rocks.
it throws back its head, charges
in a head to head battle. there are two distinct personalities
the aggressive battle hungry water
versus
the steadfast silent stoic stone.
my book
is another barricade protecting me
from the fierce ocean.
it is a blanket shielding and comforting
now down
at the beach.
in the water
its clarity reflects me to me.
i see the shell particulates that make up the sand,
i see the millennia it has seen,
i see the millennia it will see.
the waves sometimes carry me to the shore;
the water is my noble steed dutifully taking me where i must be.
the tidepool
the metropolis it is:
home to crab sea urchin hermit crab snail
so
many
snails
seagulls
sometimes even lobster
they hustle to and from work
to and from home
to and from the grocery store, says the seagull with a crab in its beak
cold cuts, leafy greens, bread, potato chips, condiments
the kitchen is busy
with prep for lunch
out on the porch with
the cool ocean breeze wafting
like a steady song
we feast
sandwiches gone in an instant
bags of potato chips no more
the nine of us make a strong team
my noble steed
the ocean
watches hungrily
tries again to eat the rocks
the hours pass
languidly
they slip by like water through a strainer with blueberries in it
i snack on some blueberries
dinner time arrives
where to go-
the lobster shack
a vegetarian’s delight: seafood galore
but
a locale like no other
no sandy beach, just water and rock and restaurant kitchen and umbrella’d picnic tables
the sun rests over a lighthouse and seaweed gently swaying in a cove
it also sets over the boom of waves
rising from the ocean
curling over themselves
and finally
crashing
over the rocks
at kettle cove ice cream
i get chocolate raspberry
my favorite
my grandfather’s, too
we nine sit at a table and swat at mosquitoes
they are jealous of our slowly melting frozen liquid gold
another foe to be vanquished
at the cottage
we venture into the most unknown territory after a long day of exploring and sleep
