Quiet Day – Lent Twenty`Two

Terrill Welch terrillwelchartist.com

Terrill Welch terrillwelchartist.com

Along the Water
where they say the whales
will come to rub their bellies
on the rocks I stand at first light
Half a dozen Mallards
are swimming just off-shore
Two fat gulls sit on the pilings
The Sound is calm
without wave only small ripples
driven by a slight breeze
coming off the Island
It is so peaceful
Far to the West
the Olympics rise
molten silver in the sunrise
I marvel at the movement
of the ice as glaciers withdrew
eons past to form this wonder
The only boats at the Yacht Club
are the little tenders turned now
upside down on the beach
awaiting their summer
Their bellies too need
a good scratching
Salt & silt from the sea
have robbed them of their sheen
For all of us
bird & creature mountain ship & man
it is a quiet day slipped in between
the wonders we have seen
and the wonders yet to be
A day on which all bellies itch a bit

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Quiet Day – Lent Twenty`Two

  1. kiwiskan says:

    a beautifully descriptive poem. I sat on one of the boats and listened…

    Like

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