with two days left here
i was hoping to share this
forest walk; paddle
my trip isn’t hers
(i’m trying to make it mine)
the one sunny day
she briefly emerged
to shop and model by bay
at least i have that
Seward loves murals
though they’re few and far apart
capturing life here
paddle-boarding salt
first time the three of us
(includes SUP)
shopping in the sun
on this quirky “spit” boardwalk
summer in Homer
time is running out
before i am alone here
soaking up smiles
acceptance settles
as we see the bright blue sky
(first time in two weeks)
An expensive hike
yet easy, green, glacial blue
make it worth millions
where can you see ice
floating from nearby glacier
as You eat your lunch?
Alaska wins us
though it can’t fully win her
(my pup will save me)
she’s bought the ticket
leaving me brokenhearted
as more rain plagues us
no blue sky peak views
in this cold and dreary state
matching my sad mood
a bit of comfort
At Homer vacation home
(luxury send-off?)
i can’t change her mind
Yet can face the great alone
(i know how to drive)
a calming cycle
on a rails-to-trails flat path:
way to start the day
more history learned
at a medieval castle
built, burned, lost, rebuilt
my man boating us
back down the river, towards home
our heritage left
riding up river
in a boat we drive ourselves
weathering windstorms
the river’s flooded
even for Irish standards
yet we navigate
monastery stop
seventh century ruins
Irish faith runs deep
a long drive’s reward:
stellar food, oldest pub
and Guinness to drink
sleeping on a boat
knowing Athlone’s lights alight
can be quite calming
a castle day trip
cycling on sketchy roads
yet worth the visit
hidden Irish gems:
four hundred years of earls
residing in stone
science surprises:
this telescope discovered
distant galaxies
and Bruce got to stand
in the largest redwood grove
outside the U.S.
night ends with laughter
in a 1500s pub
kindness in their blood
a rough travel day
and some rough river waters
aren’t too rough for us
the sunset calms us
the river settles for bed
and we can rest now
we’re the post office:
through wind, rain, sleet, clouds… weather
we weather the storm
just another day
in the life we’ve created
in sickness and health
rising before dawn
to walk up stairs to a plane:
yes, in Portugal
seeing motherland
for the first time in my life?
green love connects us
it’s more than patchwork
it’s where so many of us
find our heritage
a one-day journey
to return to our homeland
of a thousand years
Step Write Up 