My View of Life on the Dock
Known as The Goddess of Mercy, Gentle Protectoress, Bodhisattva of Compassion, even the savior of seamen and fishermen, she holds many titles. The spelling of her name varies, but it is not so much the arrangement of letters as it is the effect that her spoken name produces on those with a Buddhist background, similar to a reaction in the West when one is speaking of the Virgin Mary.
Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful. . . Ralph Waldo Emerson.
WINDY WALK
There’s something to be said for
venturing out in the cold
and heading into the wind:
the bite on the face and tears
dimming sight, the pounding of
the surf echoed by my heart;
the dog hunkered down trying
to get under the wind, the
bleakness of the empty beach;
short steep waves with their tops blown
off , sand lifting and shifting
like in Lawrence of Arabia,
and the marsh grass showing
the scudding clouds the way to
yesterday’s calmer weather.
Marty Luster
Thanks to all for your kind expressions of sympathy. This is the way we’ll remember her.
Barbara and Marty
COMING HOME
I was down at the Gloucester
train station the other day
and it reminded me of
the attraction for trains lots
of us quietly enjoy.
When I was a boy, the train,
the Delaware & Hudson
Railroad , ran right outside of
our little summer home;
steam locomotives pulling
both freight and passenger cars,
on Fridays, bringing fathers
home after a week in the City.
Two long, one short, one long meant
The train had passed the crossing
and would soon be braking to
give us our dads for the weekend.
I spied on the location
of those little dramas last
night – courtesy of Google Earth;
no trace of the D&H
was found: no tracks, no station,
no crossing gate, no little
children excited and waiting.
Meanwhile, back in Gloucester, after
two long, one short and one long,
the commuter train from Boston
pulls into the small station
where moms and dads step down to
come home.
Marty Luster
Good Morning Gloucester 