the finger lakes, monsters and I...

'Sunset on Geneva on the Lake',
by Karen Monroe and Doug Gehlsen ©
found at middleburgphotography dot com

the finger lakes, monsters and I

we took chances 

to break chains 

where motion 

explains things 

to us

we dragged the gang down 

to the shoreline 

to skip stones 

and break bottles 

in the cover 

of a quiet cove

these old glacial tongues 

where rain has rung 

an imperceptibly sharp bell 

leaving seasons 

and the wear 

of rocks to tell 

the stories here

the lapping waves 

and dancing shadows 

of a hastily lit fire 

of paper and quickly gathered kindling

played a thrust, parry 

and almost there game

we needed to see 

there must be 

bigger driftwood to find 

before time said no more

light stretched 

into a gloaming beg 

of more stars 

starting to poke holes 

in the blue black fuzzy velvet cloth 

of the night sky 

we were laughing 

and singing songs 

the wind makes when

the Moon wobbles 

its massed gravity pulls

tiny splashes 

the cold dark water 

gives us verse 

after verse 

and we only have to 

pick up the cues 

and chorus along 

flicker, flicker 

tide and gone

"...we are everywhere 

and no where 

and places between 

what is expected 

and what is unseen..." 

sometimes, we'd 

attach ourselves 

to stealthy saboteurs 

souls who were 

ritual angels once 

we thought like us

when hope still bled 

thus, keeping time lost 

becomes a scary nameless place

and we have needs to know 

what we must do too 

where we can be toothed

with pockets full of once ago

seeds, wishes and trees 

seeking rain pooled somewhere 

near a here that might be heaven 

or at least not too far from where 

the light can still grow 

inside monsters and I 

seeking a good time at night

EJR ©