Amongst the Rocks
Just who are those women
bent over on the rocky
shoreline searching and
searching and seemingly
searching for more, a pail
at their feet, plastic and
colored, not a work pail,
and these women seem
from another place in
time, not in beach wear,
skirts and hair wild with
the wind
It was only days and
days later, when we
were off the road
back home in the
woods that we spoke
with our son who asked
“where did you go”
and we told him of our
travels from mountains
and streams and rivers
and finally to the sea
and about these women
one morning bent at the
shoreline, amongst the
rocks, that he told us,
years earlier, right there
amongst the rocks, he
had thrown his wedding
Men's Room
even
the
bum
( bless him )
looks
in the
mirror
Beautiful Days
Beautiful days
when we are home
at work in the woods
far from the maddening crowd
today we lugged
out on shoulder (me)
arms (you) ash and
maple logs from a
glade I cleared
early in September —
it topped off a cordwood
stack we started last week —
wouldn't you know
by day's end
right on that woodpile
is where the sun falls too
—————————————
Bob Arnold
Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse, 2013
