Moved the boat today –
close by,
yet again
life is viewed from a new angle,
more open water, more wind.
Remoteness brings beauty –
inner to outer lane.
My daily doing is now
walk walk walking the body
along long dock fingers
along mud flats
along some Sunfishes at the ready for sailing school
all along I’m freebasing salt air, shameless.
. Along this way I will mark the moon in all phases
and planes making hazes –
dogs barking
cats watching, curled up by rosemary plants –
rolling carts, abandoned for now
past stranger neighbors
who sometimes wave and say hello
some even grin,
washing decks,
sunning, drinking,
standing by children decked out with floating systems.
A British couple residing in the Caymens check in today,
the first ones at the new slip,
arriving later than expected after leaving the hospital,
a sudden urinary infection,
still game for walking walking walking, full of good cheer.
The wind picks up and getting on and off
now a long leg scissor spread over water.
I worry,
but she says,
what is the worse that could happen?
We get wet?
I love this one who sees such circumstances
and lightly goes along – indeed.
Nothing is so bad unless you make it so.
In fact, in contrast, so very much is so very good.
Life as Improv 
So, so very much is good.
verily (old bible word pops up out of no where 🙂
As always, your writing gives me a good soaking. A good, full immersion baptism.
You baptize me right back 🙂
seeing one’s reflection
in & out of the water
as real as anything 🙂
relishing the simplicity
of being eyes, ears,
nose, and legs
right now –
reflections as real
as anything… 🙂
I like people whose worst possible outcome is a mildly discomforting act of benevolence. Not fall, hit your head on the pier and get eaten by a shark. But get wet. Just fall into this glorious ocean here, and get wet. Then get back out and get on with it.
I have to calibrate myself from time to time. The tendency to hypothesize the shark can sneak up on me. So much, indeed, is so very good.
Michael
Ah, the shark, I know him well! The worst case scenario imaginings became a lifestyle that I absorbed through osmosis in my long marriage…the past 4 years have been a beautiful unwinding of living life without planning for the shark, at every turn. The occasional bites that do occur are much easier to deal with without so much anticipation 🙂 Hope those optimistic guests, whom I have not heard from, are still walking about and have not floated away altogether from such delusional hopefulness! 🙂
Yes, the shark showed up at my place the other night and I mentioned how much I have missed shark on the dinner table. He quietly left and hasn’t been back since.
I must be part cat, as I do not enjoy getting wet. However, I do see the practicality of incorporating this possibility into my life, when walking about under rain-laden clouds. Truthfully, I have frequently stated my own version of this adage by saying to those who fear “getting a bit wet:” — “One thing I have noticed is that — Humans Dry.”
So much fun with a boat on a dock in the wind and the wet and all the beauty that living on or near the water brings! ENJOY ♥
I want to walk with you! Get on that boat and watch the world happen around me. I can feel this poem so deeply. I feel like you were simply walking to your new spot at your new slip, and suddenly the feelings bubbled up and the poem revealed itself. Free basing salty air. I love it. So much is so very good, and the water and wind often reveal it, at least that is where I often find it. Beautiful way to start my day Marga. Thank you!
I walk so much, but I never feel that I am alone, so perhaps you already are walking with me! That seems pretty likely! So funny to be writing about nothing – what a blessing to walk and feel that cup emptying out all along the way – I may be leaving a puddle all the way out! Smiling to you, knowing you are basking in your transitioning. You pulled this all off so fast – impressive 🙂 xo! m
Why thank you. I had help from Bob Marley Jimmy Buffett and Kenny Chesney. One can always transition properly and joyfully when listening to deep Rastafarian musings or cheesy cruise ship music…
I’m so grounded in the material world, I may as well be buried. I feel no spirit nearby. It is overhead, beyond my reach. I am not unhappy, I am simply weighed down in all this physicality. All loftiness has left me – I just burrow more deeply in this dark cocoon. I peek out from time to time, such as when a new blog post enters my inbox; I read this and think, “Hmmm, remember when I used to feel the light?”
Life is cyclical. I will return to the light again and shed this heaviness. In the meantime, I am grateful for your reminders.
I am wet and in the dark, but it is ok.
Oh dearest Kelly. It is the whole kit and caboodle that we signed up for – were we crazy?! So glad to hear that you recognize the cyclical movements; the dark nights of the soul can feel so heavy, making words even an effort. The courage to embody and walk through and to express while doing so is precious and beautiful in an earthy pallet, often overlooked in the bright sunlight. Your words touch deeply, courageously into the shadow – nothing is left out, even if it feels so. The wide expanse of all experience is it, not lightness only. Cocooning is part of my repertoire and I meet you here, often, as we hang on this branch, allowing the rearrangement of our raw matter – feeling a new day is always dawning, yet we wait and hang a bit more, for a while. So much love felt for you, sister!
So beautifully written dear Marga ….I enjoy walking with you , always a delight ! Love xxxmeg
So nice to see you Meg. I need to take a little trek out of here and visit you – hopefully as the spaciousness of the weekend dawns today 🙂