What will I remember from September days in Cape May?
Just Bob and I on a quick get-away.
Between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
Holding hands, humming melodies?
Long walks to the lighthouse?
Siestas under a beach umbrella?
Snippets of conversations on politics?
Maybe a monarch on goldenrods?
Or a hummingbird on jewelweed?
A bee on a wild sunflower?
A gathering of seagulls?
A trained hawk on the elbow of his trainer?
Harvesting figs?
Which images will stick?
Which fade away?
Recede like waves rolling back?
Or tides going out?
Impossible to know.
But, perhaps the words I jot,
as I meander after dawn,
will jog the feet, the hands, the mind.
Be the perfect liaison.
Lynn Benjamin
August 26, 2023
