"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty.
But the sight of the stars makes me dream."
~Vincent Van Gogh
Last night I dreamed I was looking up at the stars
& remembering how I loved to do that in the past.
These days I dream,
but I forget to go out to look at the sight of the stars.
From the Walking Bridge, these days,
I watch loons, ducks, gulls, cormorants & seals.
The Walking Bridge which goes over the Passy River
where it runs into Belfast Harbor
and then to Penobscot Bay
which opens out to the open sea.
From the Walking Bridge these early evenings,
I am treated to the sight of curtains of rain
falling from violet-gray dense clouds
10 miles out across the Bay,
over the Castine Peninsula
& beyond that Blue Hill.
Up close along the path to the Walking Bridge
I am treated to sweet ferns dancing,
inviting me to touch them
with their natural perfume.
These days wild flowers are shrivelling
& displaying seeds with white feathery wings.
These days, through the car windows
on Maine road trips,
I am treated to the sight of rolling hills
& gold toned meadows,
distant hills, & apples sparkling on trees.
I want last night's dream to come true,
to enjoy the these early autumn nights,
as well as these amazing days.