Barrell Mill Pond Dam

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In the 1700’s, in York, Maine, a dam was built where a tidal creek flows into the York River.  This created Barrell Mill Pond, which was managed to run a saw and flour mill. New England is full of these old mills, often just crumbling walls in the woods where a brook falls down a few feet.  Barrell Mill Pond Dam is still a strong rock wall, 50 feet out across the opening of the creek to a 10 foot water spill under a small suspension bridge.  The bridge leads to an island which is now a preserve.  I walked there yesterday morning.

I watched the force of the tide running in under the bridge, through the spillway.  When you narrow the space for energy to flow, it gets concentrated and stronger.  As it is now in my life.  I have about 70 days left in my job, and I can feel energy accelerating around me. The water is lifting up into ridged ripples and small waves, I’m in the middle of the spillway and being carried along.  But I can swim, and I can keep my head above water, and once I’m in the pond, the water will quiet and I can float again.

Tidal Haiku

Tide goes in and out
In and out and in and out
In and out and in.

I called David tonight when I got back to my room.  I’m away at a retreat for work, staying in a lovely spot on the ocean.  He had sad news — the 20 year old son of a man we both know killed himself, on the train tracks in Durham.  So once again, loss washes in.  For David it washes in over memories of suicides in his own family and the recent shattering in his family of a new, young relationship that was full of hope and celebration just months ago.  For me, it washes in deep sympathy for the family of the young man, knowing what those mind numbing, disorienting and terribly painful early months of grief feel like.  With heavy hearts, we go to sleep.  I’ll wake to the ocean.  David will wake to fields of snow.  The sun will be up, the day will move on, sadness will be a wake rippling behind us.

Haiku LXI

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Trees know winter’s bone
Pace and character of snow
Quickening of light.

Haiku LVIII

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Stonewall in snow woods
Granite ledges split open
Out walking to home.

Haiku LVII

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Shadows on hard snow
Brook beginning to open
Ice lacing water.