Returning to a Place of Early Enchantment
On the porch of Room 1, overlooking the Bay,
air washed clean, sunlight a benediction
on my head, I’m trying to re-inhabit
the time 40 years ago when we were together
in a place nearby. Will I find molecules
of us still in the air?
This place has the bright clarity of a watercolor.
Palm trees glisten with blessings, the live oaks’
long limbs drape toward the ground, constant
movement in the leaves. Green life
breathes with me.
This enchantment never ebbs for me.
Down below, the pool boy skims
and I watch the rowing movement
of his shoulders. Something in me
assumes that movement. All those
decades of skimming the pool
come back. I’ve been that body.
Long shadows stretch across the grass.
What an ending!
Glad you like it!
I really love the question in the first stanza. This is a beautiful poem, Pat!
Thank you Nancy, the questions really are the answer aren’t they?
That ending! The lovely descriptive middle stanza. I really enjoyed this.
Thanks Shaun, I enjoyed writing it.
Great poem. Today they call it the “pool maintenance person”. Once it was my life ambition.
Thanks Jim, in my day it was pool boy
A wonderful place of memory with an attachment to the “ enchantment.” So poignant, so lovely. As always, I especially love the last line. “ Long shadows stretch across …” Deeply felt. Such a well made poem.
Thanks Bev, you have a special insight and understanding