a thin place
living its title modestly; a home
each treasure gathered
on its wanderers’ journeys
welcomed; infinite space awaits
entineri: a collection of poems like photos almost memories
"if you could choose to have any superpower, what would it be?"
I don't remember every answer I've given to that question,
but I do know not all superpowers are fun
and there's always a chance
you won't be free to choose
which one you get.
I know, because I didn't get to choose my superpower.
we all have music within us,
we always have.
music beyond language,
for language changes.
words can wound
when yielded by people,
there once was a storyteller who lived for many centuries; people far and wide came to know the characters and creatures within their stories. one autumn, the storyteller began to tell five new stories - or rather, began to delve further into characters’ lives that had become familiar to people everywhere.
. we stood beside the ferry railing as the island drew near.
he stood to my right and asked of me:
so where do you think I should begin?
I’ve heard about the lighthouse, haunted cove and old weir,
the swimming quarry, museum, hiking trails;
how the sunrise looks from the northern bluff,
how lobstermen's days start before dawn,
and how wise the innkeeper is.
I’ve also heard about the stories Old Bill tells,
and who knows how to dig clams the best -
I’d like to learn.
I’ve heard there’s a nice spot to pick blueberries,
one particular summer-person’s dog to avoid,
and a kindly musician who lives near Sampson Cove.
what would you recommend?
1769 Saturday Cove