By Kevin Craig
Just a touch away,
this memory that eludes me,
of town circles and rusty bridges,
and seashells smashed on rocky shores.
The mere glimmer of a scent from a secret river,
a slice of sunlight on a shimmering rock face,
will bring it back to me.
Just a fleeting moment in time,
if not for the stones on which I tread
and that particular sound they make
as they are crushed beneath my feet.
Blueberries pregnant in adjacent fields,
A hillside away from a tumultuous river
Changing tides with the in and out rhythm
of its lunar breathing.
Hot sun strikes the rolling hills,
Reflecting blue the summer haze,
As we lay tracing pictures within the cumulus clouds
Thoughts rising above the passage of time,
Resting here in memory’s heart.
Beside the field,
Northumberland, a mall,
Meeting place for weary travelers,
Shoppers, idle chatterers too.
The span that crosses into Chatham,
Green and vast, the steel
Climbing out from shore to shore,
Concrete roads with yellow lines.
Solid, yet moving within the breeze.
We wander recklessly,
Along winding dirt bike trails,
Speeding through the muck of yesterday’s rain.
Up through the woods, a speedway
And a school with jungle gyms,
Where endless summer nights are spent
Counting stars while hanging from limbs of trees.
The fair comes through in August,
Summer’s last hurrah,
Setting up in fields across the way,
Where blue tendrils disguise
The sticky cotton candy waste.
Kevin Craig is a proud member of the Writers’ Circle of Durham Region. He currently serves as secretary on its Board of Directors. He is also a member of both the Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick and the Canadian Federation of Poets. Kevin’s poetry has appeared in Regina Weese, Jones Av. Journal, Poetry Canada and Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, to name a few. Kevin recently released his first chapbook, The Elephant Keeper, through Rusty River Press. It can be purchased by contacting Kevin directly through his website. www.thewritelines.ca