Don't get me wrong, I love Indiana. But, when you grow up near the water, it is hard not to miss it when you no longer have it right outside your back door. This is a poem I wrote during that time when a Great Lake was only a hop, skip, and a jump away.
A Story of Sea and Daylight at the DNR Site
Two miles up the road
The waves and water
Beat against a muddy shore,
It is January and warm
This is my own place
On the Anchor Bay.
The sun lights up the olive drab
Oscillations, glossing over the surface.
I sit on a drifted log,
I have drifted so that I can’t see
The city, only bay and shoreline
I cling to the illusion that the sea
Stretches for miles beyond miles.
My morning horoscope
Predicted sudden curves
Like the dangerous curves
In the road that leads to the DNR site
But that they are for a definite reason,
“Sweet Illumination,” it called for.
So I am here in the daylight once
And the sea oats look black against
The sun reflected off the waves
Like sweet illumination
It is not perfect-
Trash rolls on the beach
Where ducks call and sing to mates
But it is on the way.
Rachel Boury Baxter
Writer: web content by day, fiction by night.