With all of the things you have learned
from your long journeying,
with all of your heartache
that taught you to love and to cry,
and with all of your dreaming
that helped you to live,
with that same loving heart and merry laugh
that has brought you to the ocean's shore,
come out at dusk and celebrate
the full cold moon
at the place where the tide
kisses the tombolo,
then runs away, laughing.
Yesterday morning's dawn
approached as pink and fresh
as a young maiden
singing the new day in.
Tonight shows itself
as a wise old woman with knowing smile,
tapping her cane and hobbling.
But she still remembers her dancing feet,
she remembers,
and, in her heart, she is still dancing
across the beloved landscape
with joy.
You grew your soul
all green with wilderness
and wild with wolf-breath,
in a forest of great and ancient tree beings
breathing peace.
You owe them your every breath,
each one their gift to us.
The journey has been astonishing, magical;
it has brought you here,
to the edge of the sea.
And now you are looking at
those far, snow-capped mountains.
The echo of the heron's call
and wild wolfsong at midnight
will keep you here a while.
The tree trunks you hug
breathe their smiles at you; they whisper,
"we waited for you, friend,
for all these many years."
The sea sings your soul-song,
the only song you ever knew.
It sang you out of the desert
and over the mountain pass
to the wild shores of Clayoquot Sound.
It has carried you so far,
and it is singing, still.
Come out at dusk to meet me
on the shortest day, in the place where
the tide kisses the tombolo,
then runs away, laughing.
Let earth and sky
inform your grateful heart
that, finally and forever,
you are Home.
I read this poem to a packed house at the Roy Vickers Art Gallery the other evening, all lit up for Christmas. Tofino really loves poetry! Wishing you all full moons, happy Solstice and lovely holidays, whatever tradition you honour.
Beautiful poem, Sherry! Do continue to dance as long as you can. And keep hugging those trees. A beautiful solstice poem!
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then runs away, laughing.... absolutely beautiful words and imagery... wish there was video, would love to listen to you reading this, Sherry.
I am so impressed that you read your beautiful poem to a packed house. That community is so lucky to have such a talent. I hope they appreciate you. I know it's a sad time for you now but still I wish you a Merry Christmas May you be granted some tidings of comfort and joy.
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