There’s something different about breezes in East Hampton.
More robust.
More confident.
Stirring trees.
Making music.
Rattling.
Drumming.
Swaying.
Maybe they catch wind from the ocean nearby.
Or maybe they are overture to amends.
Accompaniments to the shofar.
Along with nighttime rumbles, natural fireworks.
Squalls to cleanse silver maples, oaks, pines, earth.
Souls of people on it.
How fitting!
Atonement.
Purification.
Prayers of blue jays, crows, cicadas
harmonize with rain.
A medley of sorts
with forgiveness, the refrain.
And then, the sun, warm and bright.
A miracle, this wet high holiday.
Lighting the path for travelers.
Guiding them on their way.
Lynn Benjamin
September 15, 2021