Photo by Laurel Tarantino 2013
Let us go to a high place and look out.
Gulls soar and drift like our spirits.
Trees reach out and spread their dapple and their shade.
Small birds twitter in droves like the beauty of our distractions.
Hills emerge and rocks lounge like beached whales.
The land curves and the sands glisten.
We see everything that keeps and holds, encloses
Coves, forts, quarries, cellars, the bell tower, breakwater
Harbor ramps and wharves and pilings, hulls and masts and lines
Vessels of pleasure and provision
Rooftops, widow walks, chimneys
The language and history of the neighborhoods
The salt of our current lives
We dwell in the spirit of all that swells and beckons and provides
The shining harbor
Steeples, light houses, Our Lady of Good Voyage
Our Man at the Wheel
Coffee shops, bars, restaurants
The aroma of the nations
The endless call of the sea and promise of the horizon
The spirit of Gloucester surrounds and teaches us
How to create Love from Loss
How to look far out and find the possibilities within
How to live close and always see the distant horizon
Celebrate Gloucester and your self
All that you have become
Within the shining city of your soul.
~ Ruthanne "Rufus" Collinson