bay of funday

love cannot
be redirected
however hard the current
pushes it's tireless salt

now won over by
the fresh water stream
the place where we,
ocean and stream

have been known to pool
our strengths-- needing nothing
but a blue sky afternoon
head first into ice water

followed by the sting of heat
sitting at the base of a fir tree
resinous warmth-as sacred
rites retold through centuries

strange how some folks
never return to tell their stories
as they become
dissolved in the moment

of high tides' tethering,
the fresh cold bay's drone
the final curtsy, crossing over
on feathered stones

~words and photo~kate lamberg..(c) '14z