Lake Quinault, WA Coast
It’s a long weaning, a letting go,
This gradual goodbye
To the everyday anchors holding me here,
This life-giving circle of friends,
Cheering from the sidelines
I t N B h E e T W o E l E d N
T t H h E N i E s W?
Emptying out the pockets
of my full and comfortable past,
Laying the scraps on the table,
Used up crumbs from bread
I cannot taste and do not need.
Winnowing the weights on the way—
Only this leaving, stretching out the farewells
Like labor bringing new birth.
I’m attending to tracing
The faces and voices,
Smiles, warm hands
And all-welcoming ways.
Soon it will be “so long”,
Me with a suitcase of well-wishes,
Pictures emblazoned on the side,
Reminding me of those
Who wave from the sidelines
As we push away from the shore
One slow, sure stroke at a time.
Sharing with Emily for Imperfect Prose on Thursdays