#168
June is green in New England. Every year I am awed by the same progression of greens. I suppose that means it does not take much to excite me, but nonetheless, it is true, I love June green.
6/17/2010
6/2010
Summer Food and Water with You
We canoed
across the lake when you were six.
You jumped
off the dock into the water and swam
to the
ladder, climbed back up again,
over and
over.
We had a
picnic on the dock
wonderful
cheeses and fruits;
color and small tastes.
We counted
birds and animals
We saw woodpecker
We saw loon
who followed
us across the lake behind
our canoe
when we picked blueberries
When you
were seven we went to
the ocean
and Jean taught you
how to dive
in the waves.
You had started
to truly swim.
You’d found
your stride
A sense of
freedom, faith
In your
body, some strength
We ate food
out on a deck
Bowls of
dark berries
Beautiful
black and blue berries
Mango sorbet
Green beans
You carried
treasure out onto
the rocks to
be found by pirates at dawn.
At eight we
returned to the sea
You slept in
your own bed
You knew
what a crustacean was
You knew who
ate them
You were
awed that your treasure
stayed where
you’d placed it.
You climbed
on top of rocks and cliffs
Food was
Lobster and chard
Corn and bread
Apricot, apple berry pie
The water
brought crabs into your hand
Seaweed into
your suit.
Laughter
into our lives.
6/17/2015
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