Summer.
A state of mind...
Something about beaches, or maybe it was a lake.
Sand, anyway.
So hot!
We had to throw
ourselves into the water
at 10 p.m., or sleep,
up there under the eaves,
in that Edwardian vacation house dream, would have evaporated.
Do we all have the same dream?
Is it based on endless Hollywood fantasies?
Maybe even t.v.?
It was white, a verandah full of wicker...
Yes, I know, you've been there, too!
I remember frogs,,,
their song resonates,,,
it must have been a lake...
there was lavendar, gone wild, thigh-high....
Whatever.
We all lie in wait,
like hungry wolves,
for the taste and smell and heat
of those archtypal summers,
the ones before the sere
heat of global warming...
the ones with sailing
lessons,
water skiing,
arcs of pure pleasure
masked as water carving,
It's all there,
my memory
bank can cough
it up on demand...
yours, too?
Ah, but memory won't save
us this time.
It's true...the glaciers are almost gone,
the forest fires rage beyond boundaries,
it was always thus,
Earth has a history of chaos
and destruction,
topography does not harken
to dotted lines on atlas maps....
So...
summer dreams vanish
like all the other past pleasantries,
the yesteryear folklore.
Summer is a state of mind
and I am its interpreter....
(L.R.)
How may I help you to discover special Salt Spring Island & the Southern Gulf Islands? Call me!
