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A Week on Vashon Island

After breakfast

The fog coming across the water

The ferry sounds its horn

The seals sun on the little dock

Set out for them

You could forget where you are

As the sound of waves distract you

And the surf laps against the shore

You could forget that you

Have to go home tomorrow

Back to those routines

Instead of these

And the gull cries

Calling you back to now

“Don’t worry we will be here

When you return”

And the fog keeps rolling

And blurs the seals

On their little rocking dock

I visited the Mukai Farm and Garden remembering and honoring the Japanese community that lived and farmed strawberries here before WWII. They were taken away during the war to internment camps. As I strolled the gardens there was a labyrinth with lanterns hung and intermittent Haiku streaming from pages strung with clothes pins as well. I was inspired to write these poems below.

I.

Immigrants settle

Growing fields of strawberries

Taken and interned

II.

War has many faces

Death and life roll through the land

Tears flow unending

III.

When will we return?

Children speak our unspoken words

Can hearts hope again?

IV.

Some return, rebuild

Life twists and turns with the sun

Trauma stays within

We took several hikes, this one runs along Shingle Mill Creek to Fern Cove.

They clear-cut cedar

Giants turned to roof shingles

The forest still grieves

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Love Grows

When the seams of life unravel

When fog blurs vision

The way forward is obscured

When positions are hardened

Anger flares

Resolution and reconciliation

Seem millions of miles away

Remember

The greatest of all is love

It is the pulse that runs the universe

Slow down and listen

Feel it running through

Your veins

Ask the question –

What does love look like?

Give imagination free reign

Wait for your thoughts to form

Then get ready

Bring a friend, sister or brother

Go do that good

You are inspired to do.

© 2017 Julie Clark

 

Be Your Best

Be your best

Come alive

Breathe in life

Inspire me

With your love

With your courage

Be your best

Find a way

Show the way

I will follow

Be my best

Together we

Sow the seeds

Of love and courage

© 2017 Julie Clark

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Fog

Fog is besetting us

like a great horde covering the steppes

it has settled in for days

the more sensitive among us

are succumbing to a dark mood

today there is a dripping mist

hardly detected

but all is wet

lawn, house, tree and fence

a sign perhaps

this fell fog will eventually

dissipate and leave us free

from it’s clinging clutches

 

Fog and Fear

 

You wonder why fog brings a chill to my spine

there was a time I went for a walk by myself in the fog

I was young and needed some exercise

walking is good exercise

but maybe not the best for a young girl in the fog

from behind came one with evil intent

at his touch I wheeled and rebuked him

in the Mighty Name

he fled back into the mist

but still the dread and chill linger with this fog

 

The Cure

 

Begins with a walk with a strong son

no matter the fog with this cheery companion

the next day

escape to the Island

catch a ferry to carry you away

to the great rain shadow

where cloud and fog dissipate

in the afternoon sun

warming your face

the distant shore

clouded and shrouded

but you have blue skies

and gulls screeching

to gladden your heart

the fog itself is not fell

just the lingering memory

that heals when viewed

and shaken out

like a dusty rug

in the  sunlight

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Missing pieces

Missing pieces

To the puzzle of my life

Fall into place

Not all at once

Bur as I keep moving forward

Along the path

Laid out for me

Round the bend

The fog clears

Answers come.

The worse thing I can do

Is to stop moving

That is when

The fog gets thicker

The voices from the darkness

Grow louder

The vines begin to tangle my feet.

As I start to move again

Towards the light

Hope arises in my heart

Joy springs into a song

I laugh out loud

With each purposeful step

Here comes another piece

To the mystery of my life!

© 2012 Julie Clark

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