SQUAM.2

kelly, me, and jennifer at kelly's table at the Squam art fair

I wrote these words on the last full day of Squam...on the dock....after yoga.....

The moon and stars cradle us to sleep
crackling fire. scarves. trail. rocking chair
a lingering embrace
a loon's call unexpected in the middle of the day. 
two of them.
they call out to one another. 
happy.
a song only for each other.

Reaching out. 
Listening with hands on chin.
so deep. realizing that someone gets you.
in their eyes you see your own vulnerable self
you were waiting for a knowing you couldn't imagine possible
Here it is before me.
I share this time with you 
and it fills up my soul
until I feel it well up to my throat
I tell you I love you
and I've only just met you.

thank you Jennifer and Kelly. You inspire me to write. You inspire me to laugh and play. and to remember to be myself no matter what. you make it so easy to tell you I love you....

SQUAM

Squam.

it was a place for wishes to be set free

to arrive at this very moment

for convening on the dock

for pointing your toes to the sky

and hugging the ones you love

for nestling down by the cabin fireplace

 and for creating friendships you know will last a lifetime

the dock

my feet wet

making prints that only my own bare toes could imprint

a mark not consistent with their shape

slowly fading

its memory only known by the wood

holding it there in the grain

while others visit,

our marks meet

creating unity

rippling out into the life of the wood

sounds are the same

air and water trade moments

falling and ascending

creating new sources

a conduit of creativity and motion

we are here to witness the sparks of light

as they convene and embark on their own journey

mark making footprints and meeting

where the wood held us up

joining and connecting

those who....

may have never met

if not for the dock.