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

To contemplate once more
all the many roads

not taken