A sure sign that the time to return was ripe
for the raspberries were
at Raspberry Landing.
This rustic lodge
upon the mystic waters
of the wild and heathen Saint Croix
Where once I taught the mysteries
of Earth and Wind and Fire and Water.
Opened portals
that others may travel
between the worlds.
Quantum Entanglement
draws me back
after so many long years.
Walking paths I knew not
encountering ruins
that were ruined
before my time.
A wishing well
though silted full
granting wishes still.
Built alongside gushing brook
and ancient waterstone walls
that once held pools serene
now toppled over
torn down by torrents
that would not abide constraint
no matter how serene
on their way to the wild Saint Croix.
A walk upstream
tracing back the Flow
along muddy banks
and plunging falls in miniature
and ace of spade succulents
and always a damsel
or damsel fly