by Kathryn Barry
“My Cape House” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2006.
Crossing the threshold of my youth
I am swathed in the comforting scent of stale mildew.
It has gone unoccupied for months,
my Cape house.
I begin the perpetual ritual of putting things back
where they belong: righting the wrongs of misplaced photos,
amending the homes of my treasured seashells,
properly remaking beds the renters haphazardly threw together.
In the closing stages of restoration
I meander to the backyard
And gaze at the patches of pine needles and ivy
Ruthlessly choking out the ambitious bits of grass
where countless Wiffle balls have been forgotten.
In the distance I hear the lapping waves of Red River Beach
retelling the accounts of a past time.
The surf hums the sounds of vacation
which resonate al through my being.
Inhaling the pungent oceanic aromas
I release all that hinders me from peace of mind.
It is here
where I can just be.