St Mary's cove, sheltered and calm,
anchor weighed, 'Secret' still.
Replica wooden boat in the 1700's style,
a large wooden cross marking forever,
the beginning of the Catholic Church in America.
1672, St Mary's, capital city of Maryland.
A Catholic stronghold, held tightly against
the protestants of Virginia and around.
The history of the place cries out, its
holding fast to its heritage.
'Secret' surrounded by jellyfish,
ethereal, eerie, pulsating through the water.
Looking impossibly beautiful
as ream upon ream come to the surface,
from the tiniest no bigger than a finger nail
to the largest the size of a dinner plate,
long filament tendrils, trailing behind and below.
Delicate lace could look no finer
than this living lace, gently propelling
themselves forever forward
onward and onward, towards whoever knows what.
An entire life to be achieved in 42 short days.
Why then I wonder, do we who have 3 score
and ten, struggle and drift against the flow,
creating immense problems
for ourselves. Why can't we just relax
and go with the flow?
15 07 09 St Mary's cove. Maryland
Jean Isherwood Farley
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