Summer Nights
On summer nights I love watching both the stars and fireflies before going off to sleep. I think about family- grandparents, and those who come after me. We share the same DNA and then there are the things that are uniquely our own. Sometimes I visit with those people during dreamtime. How about you?
( Horseneck Beach, MA)Mapping the MIlky Way
It is not an easy path.
My grandmother, mother,
and grandchildren stand
at the crossroads amid
dust and stars holding
questions in their eyes.
Grandmother asks what
have I done since she left,
did I follow the map she left behind?
There were stars I tried to follow
when moonlight filtered through.
I held constellations in my
body, the whole of me changed, and
floated in the great mystery.
Do we always search for those we love?
On earth snow melts into spring’s warmth, later
into bloom and harvest. We will spiral into winter’s night again.
We dream, we plan and wonder. We sleep.
Am I in good relation with shadows growing long,
Do I still watch the stars give light ?
Can I still discern the Milky Way’s path
and do I still travel it in dreamtime?
Painting: Lighthouse Keeper’s House, Elaine Reardon
