Capturing moments, instead of things—
A cloudless sky, a heron’s wings
The things we love
Have come to pass
Befall us here
When days are short
And nights are clear
The blackest night
We’ll soon have met
But days like these
We’ll not forget.
We’ll not forget
The way it felt
When bleakness left
And hearts did melt.
In August, my husband totally surprised me on my birthday and bought me a boat. Our friends were selling their boat and upgrading to a new one, so he bought the one they were selling.
In the COVID-19 world, I can’t even begin to tell you how much that gift has meant to me.
Since August, we have used it a lot—every chance we got we were out on the water (except for a couple of weeks when it needed repairs and my back was wonky).
On Monday, we took our last ride for the season, and the result is the poem I’ve shared above. I will miss it.
(Incidentally, my fourth book is a collection of short stories and poetry. I love crafting poems, I just don’t do it as much as I should, or as much as I used to. There’s something so utterly personal and therapeutic about it.)
For more about my books, including The Postcard and Other Short Stories & Poetry, visit my Amazon page by clicking here.