Notes: The Atlantic Side of Cape Cod
August 13, 2007
Early sun on my face
walking the hard sand
Here and there
toes turn over pale
lucent toenail shells
Later
buying lemon cake
two pieces
and ginger cookies.
August 20, 2007
We walked wearing jackets—I had my hood up—on a bay side beach between white caps and low hills of scrub pine—beach bushes
Sunday took a double kayak up Swan River to the pond—Quiet, early morning—Pink heather among marsh grasses
Later—She had lobster. I had scrod—Buying lemon squares, hermits, a loaf of sourdough bread
That evening—Sleeping—The tiredness of talking—Walking in salty air
2008
Dune grass curves in the wind—Scarlet salt spray roses and orangey-red rose hips on bushes—Scattered Queen Anne’s lace—Bundled in a yellow jacket, white India scarf—Watching a lone surfer—Dark grayed-blue waves
Walking the long stretch of damp sand—History receding in me—these first steps
The eastern rock of breakwater—Cormorants spread wings—Waves splash green lichen—Toes poke—Cold water
Watching—One toe moves—A fiddler crab—Disappears
My realization, “Friendship is an offering. It may be to a person, to a place, or given in a sudden, delightful opportunity of any situation.