Blomidon #2

we stood at the mouth of blomidon
hand in hand above the
sun-licked sandbar valley
green red yellow
lush and alive in the cool of fall
It could have been calvary on the
day before the storm
if only I had seen so far
to the underbelly of beauty
to the sting of the thing never
meant for me
i may have found understanding
in your circumstance

you ran ahead
to the coastline
jumping joyfully from rock to rock
seemingly happy for a moment
content with the sand and stone and waves
the sun ahead wrapped it's arms around you
swallowing you to a perfect silhouette
you disappeared
and my work began
furious exploration

i tilled the shores for you
tore the paths and turned the stones to nothing
though you were gone
you hadn't left me
and though you lied
it was never to me
but to yourself
I'll remember that as
you lied you tried and that
made all the difference
one day
on blomidon


Michael Lorne Leard