" we are asleep over charts at running windows
we are asleep with compasses in our hands
and at the bow of the stone boat
the wave from the ends of the earth keeps breaking"
from The Estuary
by W.S. Merwin
I have been out of circulation for awhile, we went on
an Alaskan cruise with no internet access we cared to
pay for and then I had a cold and sat around feeling sorry
for myself. Now recovered and with lots of photos from
both the cruise and the summer at the cabin I will try to
post more often. I am not sure if the subject of Merwin
poems exactly matches the photos but they often mirror
my feelings, while observing and experiencing the world
with all it's history, complexity, colour and movement.
" I am the child who plans the Ark
back of the house while there is still
time and rides bareback on the dark
horse through the summer night until
day finds us on the leafless hill
who stands at evening by the lake
looking out on it as I will
as long as I am here awake. "
by W.S. Merlin