Anyone who has spent time
on the island of Martha’s Vineyard
will know how dramatically
the quality of light
in the blink of an eye.
in what now seems like
emotional light years away,
we extended our annual fall visit
letting the island and our friends there
hold us a little longer
and a little closer
because we needed to be held.
On our last night
when up-island was as quiet as I’ve ever seen it
we sat in the car in Menemsha
saying our goodbyes to the harbor
we alone were there as the heavy clouds
were obscuring any promised sunset.
We decided to make the loop
out to Aquinnah
and as we came upon the lighthouse
and rounded the bend
the winds howled
and the heavens parted
for waves of color to break through.
From where we all are now…
I can seen how powerfully looming a harbinger
and then clearing…
of that Nor’easter was.
We thought our world
had shifted something mighty back then…