Tag: Cape Breton Highlands National Park

Lobster Rolls

Few things are finer
Than a hearty feed
Of unchallenged delight
At some out of the way eatery
Perched on the edge
Of magnificence

I lingered there
For humble light
And crescent moon uncloaked

The sun now bedded for the night
Its glory past
While beauty lingered still

Now a moment of repose
If only in my mind
The day it lingers too

Then home to bed
Soon lingering in dreams
With that I join the sun

Stillness in dark, dense forest
Light trickles through the canopy
Enough to cast shadows of utter black
In near blackness

Trees and roots form vague outlines
A maze of a path
Upon a maze for footfalls

I stumble my way
In a direction which seems
Forward

Progress slow
Or futile
I do not know

No matter
If futile
Step back
Seek another path

In this sense
All paths lead to the light
Failure is to remain complacent
In the darkness

Share the infinite
At your side astride the void
Love fills the vastness

I remind myself

A photograph is neither
A moment nor a place

Taking a photograph is neither
In the moment, nor the place
So I put down the camera

Take one breath
Then another

In the moment, and the place

Fearless
She danced
As if everyone was watching

Everyone was
She danced
All the better for it

Though some grew anxious as
She danced
Fearless

Spinning uncontrolled
Dizzy and stumbling about
Giddy as a child

They call this “golden hour”
But every hour spent with you
Is golden

The sun bid good night
The moon rubbed sleep from her eyes
“Woo hooo!!! Let’s party!”