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… I walked north along the 

Great Lake shoreline …  grey rain fell across my sight

great lake’s water breathing slow and steady to my right

a world of night caps dimly lighted

moving toward the night …

…..

Where raindrops fell ..

pin pricks of water rose upon return … the  

children of the rain …

each drop to take its place within the sky …

seen white against pale blue on best of days …

orange and gray at sunset …

roiling with dark gray/black underbelly in stormy reflection …

or hiding among trees until the time is right  

stretching wings before flight …

An endless exchange …

…..

On this day no demarkation between

water and darkening grey  … except its bristly surface 

waiting to explode

with silent

rising …

…..

Pale green grasses grew sparse among sandy hills …

west of where i walked …..

Behind the dunes further west on risen ground

tall pines grown in darker soil

(… first cousins twice removed from the fresh water sea … )

stood waiting for new life to be

revealed  …

…..

 She’s The Great Lake on the eastern shoreline … a living entity … !

…..

When she breathes swells rise up …

heaving giant life flexing muscles …

her water grown larger

until exploding into white caps

each wave torn

asunder …

…..

Or she laps her waves silently with gentle kisses

against the shoreline at night …

…..

She’s my friend since childhood innocence

when I wandered into her

world …

A steady hand I’ve played within

on many days … held within her grasp

allowed to peek through windows 

into her glacial past …

…..

She’s always beautiful but even more so

when she lets her fury reign,  returning to Primordia

with perfect remembrance and violent splendor  …

 her purest self …

 … a return from hence she came …

….

Among visions held within my mind that night

a dozen or more sights alive within my

Light … to places where  time was small

with purest boyhood memories … where

with sun and single pleasure i moved from

place to place … seeking different orbits …

better places to see,

to move and turn about

to look upon her

face with

wonder …

a return from hence I came … !

…..

Light stained against the sky of thought

suspended in time …

hovered over each ‘place’ …

waiting to be seen …  perfect prizes captured

to live in momentarily

the place from

hence I came

returned …

…..

Great Lake’s rain returning to sky for future retrieval …

the light of days re-mingled …

a return from hence I came … ?

…..

Where lies reality is when 

its domain is never clear … ?

…..

Light shining … taken in like air to a newborn child …

thoughts that flicker in and out 

like waves along the shoreline of the

purest water/sea replacing one another 

ad finitum … to where  it’s all assembled 

anyway …

 

 

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