Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Ruth Bookey of Hallowell. Her most recent book is “I Still Feel the Swirl,” published by Moon Pie Press.
My Sister Looks at Nature
By Ruth Bookey
We’re here on a holiday
Full of enthusiasm.
I am there to greet her.
I’m the big sister ready to show off
this perfect vacation spot.
She flies from Chicago
drives a rented car to Deer Isle
through the familiar
landscape of our childhood.
When I was little I prayed.
I wanted a little sister.
My parents heard my prayers.
She was cute, cuddly
smart, and mine.
I loved showing her off.
Sixty years later,
I still look forward to seeing her.
Visits, aren’t always easy.
But we are sisters,
A history keeps us bound.
Sometimes it feels like love.
We sit together on the deck overlooking:
Pink granite coast edges
Intense blue reflected
in ocean firefly sparkles
Green moss carpeted forest
touching granite.
Its Maine-cliche-perfect.
Silently she stares at ocean and rocks
My adult little sister,
Colorfully dressed, oozing “city woman.”
She sighs, she groans.
She orders a drink
Lights a cigarette
Leans back in her chair,
blows smoke into the clear Maine air.
Dennis Camire can be reached at denniscamire@hotmail.com
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