Ruckle Tea Time

 31 Jul 2020
Ruckle Park
Salt Spring Island, BC

Pillars of this delayed dawn

          spilling gold above land's length

          turquoise shafts aloft reposing island forest

          ship slips shifting silver

                          burnishes the sea:

          Mine eyes have seen this glory.

Whilst tongues of ladies linger on the 

          morning: the sleep, the pees,

                            the kids, the food,

                            the melting muscles,

                            the paragraphs of prayer.

          underscored by timpani of diesel.

Below the fallen tide, small pool reflects some

          white of climbing cloud.

          There, blossoms of cnidarian,

                       jostled by the mottled limbs of crab,

                      stretch to capture crumbs of breakfast

          sailing under sea.