Long May weekend
pilgrimage north
rutted road, spring deluge
weary faces
through Ford window
at last
the borrowed cabin
Tar papered porch
gloomy lake
too frigid for bathing
(still it calls)
mosquito haze above
turbulent ripples
ribbon of pebble beach
sunken dock
This is no vacation home!
Sour faces condemn
the dangled fly strips,
barren hotplate
spent sofa
But wait….
An ancient T.V.!
Race to plug it in
switch it on –
Nothing!
Cabinet gutted
useless cord hanging
Only the black lake
emerald road
sucking mud, and
in my fractious heart
one small river
of gratitude
