The day is grey-white, softened by mist.
In the distance I hear a wind instrument, the island’s baritone:
Aummmm…
Aummmm…
Aummmm…
The pervasive low tones blanket me,
repeating, ever repeating.
Though here a whisper,
they resonate deep in my heart, a maritime
Om…
Om…
Om…
The foghorn assures me
I’ve found my way home,
found my way home.
After 40 years of working with technology, and nearly 30 of those living part time in West Tisbury, Cynthia Bloomquist now resides there full time following guidance from her muse.
