Tuesday, October 29, 2019

earth note 713


1

it all started at the southern tip
of digby neck in nova scotia
the whales speaking of loneliness
but with their innate knowledge
just before sun up
knowing the atlantic as deep
as the coming rain
before it doubles back as a nor'easter
painting the shoreline deep rocky gray
disregarding any difference
between night and day

2

by the time you reach
the acadia wilderness
autumn will finally take hold
all the storms pushing inland
the possibility of a few weeks
looking dry

3

from cape cod
there are drums
banjos and fiddles
before the state park
closes for the season
one more trip to provincetown
for the rainbow frame houses

4

it's a long stretch down
to ocracoke island
sometimes the headwind
as beautiful as it might be
will stop you like a wall
choose your winter coat carefully
or don't stop until you get to

5

daytona beach
in the company
of a thousand beach bikes
there's always a cajun dance
that started somewhere in nova scotia
don't care if they call us squatters
so far the sand is still free
and the roar of the highway muffled
by the rush of the halifax river

--- e b bortz

2 comments:

jim said...

Knockout of a poem. Wonderful.

e b bortz said...

thanks jim.