Summer Solstice
Montague Harbour
Galiano Island
Lapping fringe of bladderwort
resting on the tide
ripples gently catch a spark of sun.
Motionless like herons,
five vessels of the wealthy
nosing north
drape the languid breeze
in lazy leaves of maple.
Our beach tent from Bahamas Bay
folds round its turquoise shade
feathers in the air's caress
here on this beach of shells.
We're resting on the bones of time
pulverized to sand
where, since forever, since forever,
humankind have gathered for the feast
have sung and danced
and burnt a pyre
scented clouds of cedar
sacramenting all the sisters
bronzing all the brethern
of this sun swept land.
They spoke the stories of the sea
long forgot by we
who crawl like ants across the midden
impervious to lore
basking below nylon on the shore.
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