The Sight of the Stars

"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.