The bell was sailing off Canapitsit
The bell was sailing off of Canapitsit,
as I cobbled by
on all those rounded stones.
on all those rounded stones.
Nashawena,
across the water passageway
of Canapitsit,
glistened green on
this summer day,
as I stood on Cuttyhunk
in wonder.
The waters flowed steadily southward
through it,
through it,
direction Martha's Vineyard,
in early summer
as I thought of her,
and the possibilities for joy
together.
These native names
rendered English by usage,
and from sail,
ring with a beauty of
this only somewhat
untouched-by-humans' landscape,
formerly forested,
untouched-by-humans' landscape,
formerly forested,
which I now see one with, -
journeying through time,
(with much great sorrow, loss and passage), -
and shine in the now here,
by Canapitsit,
from Pocutahunconoh,
which is Cuttyhunk -
where also visited
Wampanoag peoples, I would guess,
and less likely speakers of
the Mi'kmaq language, -
and all Algonquins.
where also visited
Wampanoag peoples, I would guess,
and less likely speakers of
the Mi'kmaq language, -
and all Algonquins.
Native peoples, we remember
and envision
non-common-chimp-like history!
Were we together here singing,
holding hands, feeling softnesses,
of each others' arms,
beaming merrily together,
to rif with each other in joy, -
and with eyes, and smiles, especially, -
we might one here
in the lee
of this beach's bank,
to climax
in wonder and connecting, ~
and for kids?
But still - the sun shines -
and we have not yet
bodymind-joined, yet
may be connecting in thinking,
and with words,
as well as virtually, with our bodyminds,
while miles and miles away.
O Bonobos' love, ~
yet as unfolding duet.
Here by the waters of Canapitsit,
a red bell,
off in the distance,
sailed like a wind surfer,
as we began to sing,
and crescendo.
June 27, 2012
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