Waiting for the bulldozers
February 3rd 2008 21:50
I
It’s so quiet here, even in the middle of summer
(though it is a little cool and drizzly), still
it’s a great place to rejuvenate,
as we are...
we free ourselves and our habits
from our all-consuming normal world
(which we do aspire to change, but how?)
We’ve been here a few days now, settled in
(quite comfortable, in fact, almost at home)
even better as we don’t have housework,
a perfect holiday...
a last-minute adventure. Quitting a job,
a month free, and passions
to follow, to somehow find a way
to let them adhere to our soul
not just be weekend hopes and thoughts.
II
Found our cabins a little musty at first
And then quite a bit unliveable, too smelly,
And unclean? After driving for hours, tired
A little testy, but also relieved, how unhappy
And demeaning could our greatest hope be;
This part of our journey was supposed to be ours,
Discreet, clean, and special.
Late afternoon and we had to settle in.
It didn’t take us long but we found some light
And we took a walk, and heard the birds
And the ocean stir upon the beach.
Our cabin became our little haven; our retreat.
From the maddened bustle of the town
(which we had come to like as we found
its own treats and sweet turns!)
To nature’s own retreat, where all the natives
Come to be themselves.
Turning through a newspaper I find a piece
Advertising a new resort, where we are,
In our place, in our space. We feel a little violated.
We feel a little torn. This unadorned jewel,
Unpolished rock, has been left rustic (if you like)
For the pile of rubbish these cabins will become.
They’ll even choose how many birds they’d like,
We say, to purchase on their new property, the new owners.
We’re kind of out of breath now,
We’re kind of out of hope now,
It’s not ours.
And even as we love it, in its neglected state
It was never meant to be for us anyway.
We just happened to one day find it
On our trek for distant shores
And we’re just happy that we did.
And now know the price of jewels
Even unadorned and dull
Will one day find their way
To be as bright as stars
And so and so they say.
It’s so quiet here, even in the middle of summer
(though it is a little cool and drizzly), still
it’s a great place to rejuvenate,
as we are...
we free ourselves and our habits
from our all-consuming normal world
(which we do aspire to change, but how?)
We’ve been here a few days now, settled in
(quite comfortable, in fact, almost at home)
even better as we don’t have housework,
a perfect holiday...
a last-minute adventure. Quitting a job,
a month free, and passions
to follow, to somehow find a way
to let them adhere to our soul
not just be weekend hopes and thoughts.
II
Found our cabins a little musty at first
And then quite a bit unliveable, too smelly,
And unclean? After driving for hours, tired
A little testy, but also relieved, how unhappy
And demeaning could our greatest hope be;
This part of our journey was supposed to be ours,
Discreet, clean, and special.
Late afternoon and we had to settle in.
It didn’t take us long but we found some light
And we took a walk, and heard the birds
And the ocean stir upon the beach.
Our cabin became our little haven; our retreat.
From the maddened bustle of the town
(which we had come to like as we found
its own treats and sweet turns!)
To nature’s own retreat, where all the natives
Come to be themselves.
Turning through a newspaper I find a piece
Advertising a new resort, where we are,
In our place, in our space. We feel a little violated.
We feel a little torn. This unadorned jewel,
Unpolished rock, has been left rustic (if you like)
For the pile of rubbish these cabins will become.
They’ll even choose how many birds they’d like,
We say, to purchase on their new property, the new owners.
We’re kind of out of breath now,
We’re kind of out of hope now,
It’s not ours.
And even as we love it, in its neglected state
It was never meant to be for us anyway.
We just happened to one day find it
On our trek for distant shores
And we’re just happy that we did.
And now know the price of jewels
Even unadorned and dull
Will one day find their way
To be as bright as stars
And so and so they say.
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