In Season

a pair of bald eagles 

soaring over the waters

flycatchers flitting

piliated calling

turkey vultures riding 

the wind currents.

a small ship, 

chugs towards the bay

hoisting halyards, cranking winches, chipping hammer

i swung in decades past ringing in my ears

i wonder who this ship’s deck apes are as

i follow her in my imagination down the Chesapeake 

and out into the open waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

a sailboat beats to windward, dingy in tow.

and i, like the planet that sustains my life, 

am in the dark about half the time. yet

i learn from earth to stay centered 

and turn towards the light. 

and so, with the dogwoods, 

i bloom in season.

LRT April 2022

About Dr. Larry Taylor

Radical Anabaptist Jesus Freak Red Letter Christian, sailor, thinker, pastor, teacher, chaplain, counselor, husband, father, grandfather

Posted on June 19, 2022, in Christianity. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Mary Hatzenbehler

    The poem changes. At first, it just describes scenes on a lake.

    After “and i” it’s more meaningful:

    Staying centered, turning towards the light, blooming in season…

    These are directions for our soul, easy to remember because we see plants do it!

    The sunflowers in my garden face the sun all across the sky, then turn around at dusk, ready fo face the sunrise.

    They know the sun will rise! It’s built-in by their Creator!

    Like

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