first morning, norton pond

dockside scrambled-egg
breakfast—sun shines, breeze riffles,
neighbor waves, loon calls.

—dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art:
• “first morning” holds the pure delight of Dave’s and my having landed ourselves at a perfect vacation spot—a pause that refreshed—on a pond in Maine in early June. You might be amused at how many drafts this simple haiku underwent, at my leisure, before reaching its ultimate point of simple capture.
• Room to Grow holds the focused refreshment of pausing a few weeks post-vacation to develop a tiny paper canvas cut from the piece I painted in Maine. I worked on in the midst of a family gathering in which those who participated came and went in changing combinations and permutations over the course of two weeks.