APART BUT TOGETHER
They sat outside beneath the
swaying trees
and swayed, themselves, inside,
with true delight.
They both were reading while a wavy
breeze
passed through the yard. Their
books seemed bright
and rich, just like their lives.
The pages turned
and words blew by on wings that
took them far
away, but just three years ago they
learned
to always stay in touch, no matter
where they are
in books or thoughts. They read and
swayed inside
and sailed away with pages, but
their minds
were somehow linked, like birds
that swing and glide
together, sharing winds of many
kinds.
Yesterday we went for a long (and rugged, for me) walk on what is sometimes called Blue Shutters Beach, sometimes just East Beach, in Charlestown, RI. I walked about 4 miles, roundtrip, and Delycia continued to the end of the beach and then back, about 6 miles altogether. (I turned back early, fairly whipped, and sat reading on the beach back by the car.) It's a spectacular beach, like almost all the beaches in our area, with sweeping views out over the blue water of Block Island Sound. The surf was crashing in now and then, but in most ways it seemed to be a perfectly peaceful setting for our walk. Once we got past a few homes, we had the beach to ourselves, with just some stands of wild trees and the sometimes pounding surf for our company.
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| The end of Blue Shutters Beach, where Delycia stopped, finally, and headed back. . . |
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| Returning from a (very brief) dip in the freezing surf. . . |
Today we took it easy around the house, but I made a special trip to a quaint little outdoor shop to purchase a beautiful statue of St. Francis for one of our gardens. (He is one of my heroes.)
