Rockport

Postcard from Rockport
by April Lindner

Cold as a slap, this indigo sea,
where we clamber on blonde-fringed rocks,
where someone's tarted up the fishing shacks
with red paint and artful nets.

The sun floats like ice in a highball.
Condos train their plate-glass gazes
on the horizon, amnesiac
to past conspiracies of cloud,

storms that shook homes and swallowed boats.
Just north, a granite wall's etched with the lost—
decades of their half-remembered names.

Imagine waking always to this spread—
each day the ocean swelling
to loll at your feet, exotic pet.

The galleries glow, ripe with impasto,
sunsets we could be bite into:
raspberries, marzipan, seafoam like cream.

Their artists shoot for the numinous,
overlook the jagged and impermanent:

barnacles overtaking the dock,
clustered mussels, tangled kelp
and the steady lament
of pebbles tugged senseless from shore.

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I am remembering many amazing moments spent at Halibut Point State Park, walking through the brush maze, peering over the crystalline quarry ledge, viewing the stunning ocean with its crashing waves and majestic rock outcroppings. I love this poem.
~Ally

Beautiful Sky Saturday

Pictures from a wonderful day trip we took to the New Hampshire coast, down to Salisbury Beach State Park and then into Massachusetts, through Newburyport to Plum Island and the adjacent bird refuge (Parker River National Wildlife Refuge). It's a great place for bird watchers. Saturday, God offered a breathtaking sky. Scott's pictures are perfect, but mine are...well, mine. Hope you enjoy.









My friend Mr. Sharp once told me that if I could find a man who would watch the entire sunset with me, then I should marry him. "Anyone can watch a sunrise," he said, knowing full well I would never get out of bed for such a thing. It really was a beautiful day.
~Allison