The Great Glenn

About a week ago we set off from Inverness and are walking 75 miles down to Fort William along what is called the "Great Glenn Way".  It's so much more spectacular than my photos can give an idea of.  Throughout the trip I've been feeling Christina and our relationship and what it means to me, because 13 years ago along this very way I realized a love for her that I never did let go of.   I'm realizing that it is not a mature love on my part, in that it is not in "now", it is still in "then", but it is a poetic love and I am curious to see when, if, and how it will find the courage to mature into its full flowering self.  The photos follow the course we have taken so far, up through the mountains and down into a relatively flat area where I was greeted by the "Monument of the Seven Heads."   

 

I wake missing you,

in the morning coffee time,

cream and sugar time

when we wake up time

and  pipe full of tobacco time.

In the early sunshine, 

missing your light

in the wee places of the inside

and the music of the orange juice hours before the noon. 

Missing you

at the noon time when I eat

a sandwich or a bit of fish

and the eggs we used to share:

you in the garden,

me on the lanai work-working

on the school books,

and the heat of the day is clinging to your body

and your beautiful flower-fruit breasts and legs,

and I want to lick you and lick you dry.  .  

 

 

Missing you

in the evening

when the day grows long

and the quiet time descends down

like a snuggle on the couch

after coming in from a dive

with the turtles in the bay,

and everything is hush-hush

as the sun sets

and the moths start to come out for their

evening dances.   

Missing you,

in the late night

after kung-fu time,

and the curling into bed beside you time

to smell you on the sheets begins;

your hair throughout the pillow

your feet and toes reaching out to touch me,

your body pressed in under the sheet with the air still

and salty and full of island flowers.    

Missing you

late at night

when I’m sleeping and alone

in dreamtime’s embrace

the vision of you is deep in my eyes

and me ride-riding the surf down down deep

into the waves underneath

where memory and missing and now and forever

are mingled into a great heaving, sighing, reaching

out in the dark:

And I wake missing you. 

Great Glenn Way

Teach me how to be a child:

Teach me that strength is not more important than being nice;

Teach me that cool is not more important than being thankful;

Teach me that having a good time is not more important than peace.

Teach me that imagination is more important than precision;

Teach me that friendship is more fulfilling than sexiness,
And thankfulness more efficient than proficiency.
Guide me back to my first loves,

When the world was sweet and the excitement of my smile

Was not self-knowledge

But rather lust for living without fear,

in one great flow of angel wings and the 

smiles of the clouds and the sun and the wind and the rain.