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We began in September 2010 by traveling a portion of the Camino de Santiago, the ancient pilgrimage route that leads to the tomb of Saint James in Santiago, Galicia, in the northwestern corner of Spain. The name of our blog is inspired by the camino, and we'll have many stories (cuentos) to tell! We spent 2010-2011 on an intentional international journey, living and working in Spanish-speaking countries. Since then, we are immersed back in our lives at home but will report on occasional openings and discoveries. Please join us!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Early Bird Gets The Worm - by Conor

The steam rising from the expansive lake creates a blanket
Covering the view of the towering volcano.
The early morning sun is just starting to
Creep out from its bed and climb over the mountains.

The birds swoop silently in and out
Of the clouds like mosquitos on a cool fresh summer’s night.
Their reflections zip back and forth
On the top of the water.

Unbroken silence is denied by the small waves rhythmically lapping
Against the dock.
The sounds drifting over from the nearby town are
Barely audible.
Cars driving on the road seem timid,
Not fully awake yet.

In the middle of the lake, three centuries away,
A figure
Resembling the ferryman across the River Styx
Slowly paddles his way across the lake.
Shrouded in a cloak of mist and fog,
Solemnly gliding across the water.
Once he reaches the shore, he mutely passes the
Long row of women doubled over rocks in the shallows,
Painstakingly scrubbing dirt out of their clothes.

An ocean away, as if underwater, a horn
Signals the farewell of the early boat
Leaving this small town wedged in between the lofty volcano, the shimmering lake, and the endless mountains.


1 comment:

  1. This is really excellent Conor. You have many fans as a poet back here on Plum Island!