Writings to Our Mother I | Page 8

have been torn down/up rooted/ and human homes are going up, when the Herons return it will be a shock/maybe they won't recognize the spot and just fly on/to Sugarloaf Hill/mostly undeveloped/still/unlike the shoreline a click down the street/where Tyler and I would challenge the undertoe on stormy days/daring the lake to take our nude youth/until someone found a way to make the dune smooth/flat enough to build a house which created a property line/at the intersection of Bessey Road and Lakeshore West/where the path to the sunset spilled into the sand and we could see it/be in it/when that place wasn't private/and we felt invited/by the starlit singing of the breaking wash/bringing the sky and water together/A hidden horizon of forever. 8