Bowness Retreat

 

an island of friends

in an ocean of strangers—

we gather

in this house, community-built

cathedral ceilings: two hands tipped together

 

slanted driftwood

caught along the shores

of counters with men in flannel dress

shirts leaning, to serve cheese on boards

carved by artisans

 

a refuge for the faithful

toasting glasses gold-trimmed

conversation

haunted by love

found out

like storms in the night

sworn, un-sound

 

in the morning—stories linger,

comforting routines transport,

back then and here again…

so many dishes washed up

 

 

 

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