there is the place now,
where I look back, look ahead
and dream and wonder
This is the view right now from the Bridge Street bridge that crosses a small tributary of the May River, between the Colhoun Street Dock and the Oyster Factory Dock in Bluffton, South Carolina.
We walked over the bridge the other day and we had to stop and stare.
We walked on to the Oyster dock and stood there as long as we could stand those nasty gnats that can be so tiresome that we have known people to decide living in the low country wasn’t worth dealing with the gnats.
On the walk back I stopped to take some pictures with my phone, one of which I sent to my grand daughter and said that we were visiting the Land of Oz.
She did not dispute it.
I look at this image, which I offer here … and I am not sure, what, which world I AM in.
If you are using your desktop you can view a full size image by clicking here …
I was reminded of the poem, Between Worlds, by Carl Sandburg …
And he said to himself
in a sunken morning moon
between two pines,
between lost gold and lingering green
I believe I will count up my worlds
There seem to me to be three
There is a world I came from which is Number One.
There is a world I am in now, which is Number Two
There is a world I go to next, which is Number Three
There was the seed pouch, the place I lay dark in, nursed and shaped in
a warm, red, wet cuddlmg place, if I tugged at a latchstring or
doubled a dimpled fist or twitched a leg or a foot, only the Mother knew
There is the place I am now, where I look back and
look ahead, and dream and wonder
There is the next place –
It was if all three worlds, the one I came from, the one am in now and the one I go to next, are all in the same place.
For an other other world, I offer the view in black and white.
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