Leave wilderness to thrive in Brewster

The next is a poem and letter that I’ve written in regard to the Brewster boardwalk proposal.

Extra:Here’s a new way the public might be able to get across Quivett Marsh to Cape Cod Bay

The Marsh and Wing Island

Tall inexperienced grasses wave forwards and backwards on sunlit days,

brief brushstrokes of grasses pushed this manner and that by tidal waters

appear to be tousled hair, uncombed, unkempt.

So many shades and textures of inexperienced greet the attention

transferring from a tunnel of phragmites out

into a large open area of marsh

framed by creeks, sand dunes, and the shores of Wing Island.

Blue sky opens infinitely.

Heron and different water birds fish the tidal streams.

Osprey, 12 months after 12 months return to lift their younger.

Small fish mature in protected areas

whereas little crabs scurry out and in of grassy hiding locations.

This treasured marsh dwelling to many seen and unseen

is the pristine fantastic thing about open area

making me really feel like I may fly free, up and out

circling spherical and spherical like a Purple-Tailed Hawk,

coronary heart free to roam untethered.

Crossing the marsh when tides are low

climate worn picket boards squish in receding waters

echoing sounds of footsteps.

Shifting from the huge open area of marsh

onto strong salt free land

into the forest of Wing Island,

I flip proper, away from the principle thoroughfare

whereas others head to the seashore

or study in regards to the particulars of woodland environments

or the mysteries of mudflats.

I select the gradual quiet magic of the key path

safely guarded by two tall outdated cedars.

Pausing, respiratory deep stomach breaths

I really feel a way of base, stability and connection into

Earth’s power of being

balancing the lively nature of sky and solar

each join into the guts

energizing my complete being.

As I grow to be conscious of this residing being

this sacred forest reaches out to return the connection.

Collectively we’re swimming on this huge sea

of timber, sand, creek, marsh and undergrowth.

Birds sing, whereas wind strikes by timber,

typically softly

different occasions making a loud cacophony of competing notes 

leaves rubbing, rattling, fluttering

mixing right into a symphony of sound.

Daylight and leaves create laced gentle patterns

on the forest ground

glittering, dancing, or completely nonetheless.

I really like this island that brings me such peace,

teaches me the profound classes of connection

into the forest group

a Mycorrhizal webbed embeddedness into the entire of life. 

I come away understanding that I’m not separate however an integral half of an entire.