The bay along which Traverse City is nestled, in the upper reaches of Michigan, swarms with an all-together common critter of the coasts: the Seagull. As I sat along the coast, staring out over the lake, it was hard not to notice them fluttering all about, crawling on the rocks and wandering the beach, only to take wing once more to try their luck in lakeward dive-bombs.
It was they, coupled with the beauty of the scene itself, that inspired this next poem:
Beside the bay,
I heard the seagulls crying;
Oceans stretch beneath the sky
Till blue entangles blue
And miles become but one more breath—
There is air and there is water
And somewhere in between
The mountains rise and fall;
See the coast is glittering
And the sun is in the sand—
Beside the sea,
All man is set to dreaming
Of the land beyond those sapphire rings—
The gulls have all the world
But all they want is food.
Lake Cadillac, Michigan
I have returned! And that means pictures, poems, and (soon enough) short stories on the way.
The great Sleeping Bear Dunes, and beyond that, Lake Michigan.
So where did I go? To the north! What does that mean? If you know anything of Michigan, what that means is the beauty of Traverse City, the vast pine and maple beech forests of the northern lower peninsula, and the breathtaking scale of the sweeping sand dunes known as Sleeping Bear Dunes.
I have a case of this thing known as Wanderlust, you see. It demands I go places when the mood settles too deeply within me. Thus, away I went. Try not to be too offended if it happens from time to time.
More to the point, I still have to finish posting the work I completed in Colorado, but for today at least, that’s going on hold to make room for the pair of poems I made while off on this week’s travels. To begin, a simple haiku:
Breathless blue romance
By the blooming emerald hills;
How vibrant life stirs.