Monday Morning Musings:
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
–Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
It was a mixed-up crazy day,
an autumn day that thought it was summer.
It was a day meant for outdoor dining,
we chose a restaurant at a river park.
The park also had a personality disorder,
an urban park, but around a river
peaceful and serene by the water,
traffic whooshing by on the other side.
But sitting on the terrace,
we didn’t hear the cars
we heard only the music playing from the speakers,
innocuous, adult contemporary,
loud enough to notice, but not too loud.
Our friendly server, Emily,
brought us food and drinks
I even had a glass of red wine,
a California Cabernet,
the ruby red color,
echoed the color of the changing leaves.
We ate and talked,
shaded by an umbrella,
but drinking in the sunlight with our meals,
savoring both to remember
in the cold months to come.
We took a walk after lunch,
truthfully, not that much of a walk,
I thought there would be nature trails,
But it didn’t matter
because behind the restaurant
my husband said, “Look at the heron.”
and then I saw there was more than one.
We walked a loop,
and we watched the birds,
I was fascinated by these black—what are they?
Some type of geese?
They flew together into the water,
a group in water and air
and flapped their wings loudly
We saw a turtle hitchhiking on a branch,
floating in the water
Without a path, we walked across the grass
stopping sometimes to look at the river,
Then we had to walk on the sidewalk by the street
and around construction sites
where a weed bloomed amidst the rusty steel
hope and determination
We saw a Holocaust monument
Areas of manicured park
And a forked tree by a picnic table
But still the river beyond,
ancient and knowing.
I think of how life was centuries ago,
when a river ran through it,
lifeblood of a settlement,
thoughts run through my head
neural pathways, like a river.
I am mesmerized by water, rivers, ponds, lakes, and oceans,
ensorcelled by the sparkles, the drops, the spray
the creatures that live in and around it
and that fly overheard,
I find the words hidden under rocks in my head–
I remember going to the pool when I was a child,
going to a lake as a young married woman,
I remember taking my young daughters to a pool,
and to the ocean,
memories that swim together, floating in my mind
I am enchanted
I am haunted by waters.
This post is also my Walktober. offering for Robin of Breezes at Dawn. Visit her blog with its beautiful photos of nature and wildlife and more.
Last year, my Walktober offering also involved a walk around water, Wissahickon Creek after lunch at Valley Green Inn.
In this post, I described our meal at Cooper House , and we walked around Cooper River Park in Pennsauken, NJ.