Cape Cod Sensuality
Moments of “less is more” in using words are of great importance. Bits of happiness and tragedy are captured in those moments. Poems are born in such moments. My desire to define the essence of my love for Cape Cod calls for such a moment.
I fell in love with the Southwest a decade ago and made Tucson my home, yet each summer I “go back home” to the Cape. The call of the Southwest and the call of Cape Cod divide my heart.
What is that call of the Cape made of?
For me it lies in the Cape’s sensuality. Yes, sensuality! Sensuality of the tastes and textures of the place. When I leave the Cape in a few weeks to answer the call of the Southwest, I know that I will also hear The Call of Cape Cod.
My bare feet will long for the silkiness of the beach sand
and the touch of frothy waves.
Eyes will miss the huddled boats in the harbor and the lonely ones
on the infinite ocean horizon.
Tongue will remember the bitter taste of the ocean water and the sweetness
of the native scallops.
Hands will not forget the roughness of the weathered shingles and the gentle touch
of white pine needles.
My heart will know how to answer that call….
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Copyright © 2011 by Alicja Mann.
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