Soft,
warm, early October night
We find
ourselves walking
on
the trail
by
the lake
in
the dark.
Stopping
to look through the trees
at the
still water mirror,
Our
eyes are drawn skyward.
And
there,
suspended
over the lake
Is the
Big Dipper
Low
over the water
Monumental
and mythic
As if
it was about to swing on its giant axis
And
scoop water out of the lake.
My
imagination soars and
I
can see it all taking place
Water
splashing
soaring
into the sky
in
one long arc
Bringing
a drink to the sky dwellers
Backwards
rain
Replenishment
Nourishment,
Life.
The
Big Dipper, Ursa Major to some
Pointing
to the North Star on a freedom walk
Hunters,
a fisher and more
The
pattern becomes the story,
Rich
in meaning and history
Both personal
and collective
The
stars, our first maps
Leading
us home.
But
then the sky grows bright
As Grandmother
Moon in all her fullness
Rises in the East
Calling
us.
And we
follow her
Back
along the dark trail
To our
dock
Where
her light shines on the waves of the bay.
Mirrored,
rippled, dancing light on the lake
We,
entranced by her slow elegant journey
Unable
to move,
Sit silent,
Mesmerized,
Filling
up.
Days
later,
just
before a mid-October sunset,
A
familiar trilling call catches my ear.
Maybe
the local crow family making small talk.
But it
gets too loud for them.
The
sound pulls my eyes to the sky
Searching
for magic,
And I
find it
in a
huge V
of
Sandhill Cranes
A
hundred or more.
Wide-winged,
long legs trailing,
They fly
from the West
On
their long autumnal journey.
My
hearts burst wide open and
Joins
in their flight.
Now, late
October
A clear,
blue, becoming-yellow dawn
Over
another lake and
I am
on my way to work but
The
light calls me to bear witness
And I
take my hot tea to the shore.
The
warm lake water
Kisses
the cold night air
And
gives birth to swirls of mist
That
dance and twirl over the water
Like
women in gauzy white robes
Dancing
with abandon
As if
no one was watching.
They
make their way eastward
In a
line on the soft breeze
To the
mouth of the bay
As if
greeting the sun.
Dancing
in sheer delight
For
the morning.
And my
heart is delighted,
Lightened,
warmed, enlivened
With
the beauty of the water
And
the air and the fire of the sun.
The skies
of October
Have
nourished me,
Sustained
me,
inspired
me,
And
reminded me of who I am.
That
my story is woven with
The
stars and the moon and the sun
For my
cells emit photons of light.
And
the water of the lake and the sky
Is the
same water that flows through me.
The
cool night air and the warm breezes
Flow
into and out of my lungs.
I am a
part of all of this
I am
home.
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