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the glen

the path that winds downhill
is overgrown this year;
it catches the wheels of my cart,
spills out my water.

i am late to this painting party -
grapes are mostly eaten,
remaining guests sparse,
folding chairs scattered the length of its cut bank.

an older artist studies roots downstream;
mid-stream, a lady with laugh lines
paints the patterns of the mud bank;
downhill, an acrylic artist sits at the meadow’s end in sunlight.

i pick up discarded debris – pinecones, dropped moss,
a flower; nothing feels like i belong;
i fidget, drag my laden kit, listen to bridge rattle my wheels.
i just can’t locate my right spot.

i follow the west side of the steep-seated creek,
muddy banks cut with rivulets of recent rains;
all the favorite vantages are claimed
and the northern bridge, the worn wooden one - washed out.

i wander back, cross the metal grating of the south bridge -
wheels a noisy clatter as they advance and fall.
i know my tardy attendance disturbs contemplation …
my late arrival, my baggage, my inexperience.

i lug my hopes and kit to the meadow & turn;
that picnic area i just passed through
filled with dappled sap-green glow,
branches arched overhead, outlined in sunlight.

here i belong;
artists who came before me pose on waterbanks.
light & shadow dance iin light breezes
as summer waits on the wing -

this nostalgia calls for watercolor.

About this poem

Published in Write The Town 2016. Mid-Valley Poets Society.2016. Written on site at The Glen at Capital Manor, Salem, Oregon.

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Written on May 28, 2016

Submitted by Ariel on September 19, 2021

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Ariel is a full-time Pacific Northwest poet, often participating at Oregon Open Mics events. She has been published in Gold Man Review, AIM, The Widow’s Handbook, and most recently in Terra Incognita, On The Platform Waiting and Free From Monsters. Ariel often collaborates in many Willamette Valley poetry/art projects and is a member of Oregon Poetry Association, Mid-Valley Poets Association, Willamette Writers and Poet. Her website is poetariel.net. more…

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