Memories, from the corners of my mind

A Poem to celebrate an anniversary. On July 4th, 1963, I met the man I would marry.

The Walker Beach House

The house leans slightly toward the sea,

weathered silver by wind, rain and molten

streams of sunlight. The front porch stretching

north to south is furnished with a creaking

glider and two chairs that huddle and sag

like an old couple waiting for their sunset.

On the clothesline, two red towels flap

in a giddy summer folk dance. Precious

sea oats nod atop the tallest dunes.

I make my way along the narrow path between them

to the Atlantic lapping in eternal rhythm.

My artist mind brushes clouds on the horizon,

blending sky with the water's line.

I find you there sprawled on a blanket

smelling of coconut, defying the Big C

as you bake brown. My sandy foot nudges

yours and rasps you awake. We trudge

the path and shower by the porch.

After lunch we sleep together in Walker's bed. 

---Glenda Council Beall, from Now Might as Well Be Then, published by Finishing Line Press