Souwasset* Harbor
(*the Setalcott Nation name for the region before “Port Jefferson”)
for Barbara Southard
The sounds the water makes
reaching the sand, myriad little rocks
with various shapes, sizes, curvatures —
all reminders of devotion
geese glide in to pause
and preen, spritzing water on themselves,
flapping wings to dry,
water sparkling sharply with
wavy reflections of sunlight
like large chunks of shattered glass in motion
but harmless
two toddlers playing in the sand
as focused as if landing
a
jet
airliner
before getting back to the concrete streets,
sighting a sparrow darting
through the August grasses
so much interplay and relating,
this is the stuff that Summer days
are made of.
Some quiet Winter afternoon
when your garden is poised
with seeming stillness,
look
for the interplay,
then look again.
~Mankh (Walter E. Harris III
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