Thursday, June 16, 2011

north beach drift 2

Beginning, arriving; the thickening of all

blessings; the fullness of this

sky full of migrating hawks

all day, once the morning

finds its zenith.

A streak of unknown

light on the lake

is un-remarked but not unnoticed

in the slash of seams at

the edge of uncountable


And those who sailed and

paddled these bays, coves, creeks,


so long ago

have left a flash of thoughts--

no more words or marks--

but nonetheless a vividness

of presence,

an imprint.

Today, tall sedges


the spillway sway…and

gray water stirs

a sleeping idea

at the source of all reflection.

-Kevin Macneil Brown