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 BaxterWriter: web content by day, fiction by night. Archives
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