Swans of the Boundary Waters
Linda Marie Hilton
Swans of the Boundary Waters
Linda Marie Hilton
Fog The fog comes in On little cat feet And sits on haunches Over looking the harbour And then moves on. - Carl Sandburg
The Fogg Museum has paperweights. They wait for you to hold them in your hand. Their beauty has not diminished with age. Paper just waits to be written upon. A page just waits to be turned. The weight of a page, The weight of a time, But fog is weightless waitless Like the tide waiting weightless with foam for no man. Weights wait to be lifted. One's soul waits to be nourished As we wait the cesium atom quivers, Quivers full of outrageous arrows slung with kismet Painting out paths the future may take. While you wait, weighted with your past, As Metallica bids you "Turn the Page" I bid you: Why Wait?
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