So we've been renting a beautiful coastal property just outside of St. Andrews, N.B. We're here for a few more days. It's a beautiful spot. We've been doing a lot of walking, reading, cooking and eating. Oh, and watching a lot of the World Cup! It's very peaceful and quiet here at night. Just loons and peeping frogs. Here are a few pics.
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.