Sea Bass
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket! On another beautiful, cool, and sunny start to the day here in Osterville, I bid you and yours a fair adieu. I thought, that, perhaps, as we ease on into the pundits speak of topics that are beyond their comprehension, I would offer yet another poem by Mary Oliver, a noted poet here on Cape Cod, one of the writings from her book, “Why I Wake Early”… a collection of poems about the wonder of nature and all she has to offer us poor human beings, seemingly trapped in a world of disillusionment and regret, always looking back at what happened and worrying about what is going to happen next. Forgetting the whole purpose of being here to begin with, living in the PRESENT, the here and now, gathering those “rose buds” and “seizing the day”, the very best WE can. Have a blessed Sunday everybody!
Breakage
by, Mary Oliver
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the moonlight!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred–
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the
moisture gone.
It’s like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.
Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.
GOD’S ETERNAL SPEED TO THE GULF!
Peace~M
