Long Travelings

four corners met in the nostalgic
lullabies sung now to sleepy children
places long ago well traveled reminders
the stones in your shoes, white canvas
how red cliffs scrape the sky, tower the
golden cottonwoods by little brook
sliprock trails led you into the heart
cliff dwelling and the kiva descending
desert cholla, how sage contrasts the emerald
crashing sand dreams that wind the coast
seal lions and sea birds romp shores
in childhood you played and picnicked
tall pines fill the spaces to open up
on glacier blue Paradise Ice Caves
blue lupines and red paintbrush flower
picking wild blueberries and eating them all
how the islands dot the bay calling you
to visit, cycle their course and walk
long paths that smell of bay laurel
hemlock leans the iced falls transformed
daily into sculptures of winter not far
from where the corn fields once stood
the lake now frozen holds its secrets
where once you lived now transformed
into the places long travelings


2 thoughts on “places

  1. This one is loaded. It comes at you much the way life does sometimes: moments, flashes, distractions, demands, callings, smells, visions, sounds, touches…and everyh now and then a pause, a focus that insists… Love this one. And you. Dad


  2. “Places”… my attention was held  by “lupines” because you have always loved them.Yes!, go back as far as your memory takes you



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