Where the land and the river meet....
John Joseph Orsini
ST. LAWRENCE IN AUGUST
by John Orsini
It is night
As I sit inside the summer house
High on her red granite shoulder.
This mighty daughter of the sea
Sleeps a peaceful sleep tonight
As summer wanes
And autumn's first touch caresses the valley,
This summer house fills with subtle scents
Of pending change.
I feel the river's heartbeat:
The rhythmic pulse of life blood
Softly surges against the rock --
Against the wooded docks,
And I am reminded
Of my wife's parents
Who's own life's blood was spent
To raise this place to what it is
That I might teach my sons to swim
Beside fledgling ducks and Canada geese,
Then years later,
Meet them here as men,
And know that they will bring
Their own sons here to swim
And learn the rhythm of the river's heart,
And knowing, I am healed.
St. Lawrence, August 28, 1998
The Multi-Art Man