We rented a Jeep to travel over
rutted roads to the family’s
welcoming piney wood cabin.
When we reached our destination,
the panic I felt had dissolved into joy.
We were cloistered by the tranquility,
hominess and comfort of the
gingham curtains and canopied bed.
Outside, the half-moon sky recalled
the glory of the vast hours spent
reading, swimming or rowing the
tboat across the lake where we
talked through the idleness of
August’s green days and genial
nights that came in late summer.